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THE 

SOCIAL  AM  SABBATH  SCHOOL 

HTMN-B^Cf'l  , 

JUN£ 

GEORGE  N.    ALLEN,   A. IVL 

PROFESSOR     OF    MDStC     IN    OBHR'LIN     COLLEGE. 

"  0,  come,  let  us  sing*  unto  the  Lord." 


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0  B  E  It  L I  N  : 

PUBLISHED  BY  J.  M.  FITCH. 
Bookseller  and  Stationer.  No.  5,  College  Street. 

1854. 


PREFACE. 

The  design  of  this  little  work  is,  to  furnish 
in  a  neat,  cheap  and  condensed  form,  a  col- 
lection of  the  most  approved  sacred  songs,  for 
the  use  of  Sabbath  Schools,  and  for  social  and 
family  "worship.  As  the  compilation  has  been 
made  from  a  careful  perusal  of  a  large  number 
of  the  Hymn  Books  now  principally  used,  it  is 
believed  that  it  embraces  all,  or  nearly  all  the 
hymns  that  are  commonly  employed  for  those 
purposes.  Every  member  of  the  family  circle 
and  every  scholar  in  the  Sabbath  School, 
should  be  furnished  with  a  book,  and  encour- 
aged to  join  in  singing  the  "  sweet  songs  of 
Zion; "  and  the  trifling  expense  of  this  little 
collection  will  remove  all  excuse  from  any 
parent  who  shall  neglect  to  supply  his  family,, 

Compiler, 


PUBLISHER'S  NOTICE. 

The  first  four  editions  of  this  little  volume 
have  met  with  such  favor  from  the  public,  as 
to  warrant  the  issue  of  the  fifth,  edition.  The 
publisher  hopes,  as  considerable  improvements 
are  to  be  found  in  this  edition,  especially  the 
addition  of  a  number  of  choice  hymns,  that 
public  favor  may  be  still  retained.  This  little 
Hymn  Book  is  found  very  serviceable,  and  well 
adapted  both  to  the  Sabbath  School,  and  to  the 
family  and  prayer  circles,  on  account  of  the 
variety  of  sweet  hymns  on  almost  all  subjects 
which  awaken  the  heart  to  devotional  melody 
and  song. 


SOCIAL 

AND 

SABBATH  SCHOOL   HYMN  BOOK. 

,   -o-   » 

THE  SCRIPTURES. 


1.  The  Bible  a  Treasure. 

1  HOLY  BIBLE !  book  divine  ! 
Precious  treasure,  thou  art  mine  ! 
Mine,  to  tell  me  whence  I  came; 
Mine,  to  teacli  me  what  I  am. 

2  Mine,  to  chide  me  when  I  rove ; 
Mine,  to  show  a  Savior's  lo/e: 
Mine,  to  guide  my  weary  feet, 
Mine,  to  judge,  condemn,  acquit. 

3  Mine,  to  tell  of  joys  to  come ; 
Mine,  to  point  the  sinner's  doom. 
0,  thou  precious  book  divine! 
Precious  treasure,!  thou  art -mine  i 


6  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS. 

2.  The  Bible  a  Lamp.  C.  M. 

1  HOW  precious  is  the  book  divine, 

By  inspiration  given ! 
Bright  as  a  lamp  its  doctrines  shine, 
To  guide  our  souls  to  heaven. 

2  It  sweetly  cheers  our  drooping  hearts, 

In  this  dark  vale  of  tears; 
Life,  light  and  joy,  it  still  imparts, 
.  And  quells  our  rising  fears. 

3  This  lamp,  through  all  the  tedious  night 

Of  life,  shall  guide  our  way, 
Till  we  behold  the  clearer  light 
Of  heaven's  eternal  day. 

3.  The  Word  Glorious.  C.  M. 

1  FATHER  of  mercies !  in  thy  word, 

What  endless  glory  shines ! 
Forever  be  thy  name  ador'd, 
For  these  celestial  lines. 

2  Oh  !  may  these  heavenly  pages  be 

My  ever  dear  delight; 
And  still  new  beauties  may  I  see, 
And  still  increasing  light. 


THE  SCRIPTURES.  7 

3  Divine  Instructor,  gracious  Lord ! 
Be  Thou  forever  near ; 
Teach  me  to  love  thy  sacred  word, 
And  view  my  Savior  there. 

4.     Excellency  of  the  Scriptures.    L.  P.  M. 

1  I  LOVE  the  volumes  of  thy  word; 
What  light  and  joy  these  leaves  afford 

To  souls  benighted  and  distressed  ! 
Thy  precepts  guide  my  doubtful  way, 
Thy  fear  forbids  my  feet  to  stray, 

Thy  promise  leads  my  heart  to  rest. 

2  From  the  discoveries  of  thy  law, 
The  perfect  rules  of  life  1  draw; 

These  are  my  study  and  delight : 
Not  honey  so  invites  the  taste, 
Nor  gold  that  has  the  furnace  past, 

Appears  so  pleasing  to  the  sight. 

3  Thy  threat'nings  wake  my  slumb'ring  eyes 
And  warn  me  where  my  danger  lies; 

But  'tis  thy  blessed  gospel,  Lord, 
That  makes  my  guilty  conscience  clean, 
Converts  my  soul,  subdues  my  sin, 

And  gives  a  free,  but  large  reward. 


0  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS. 

5  Revelation  Welcomed.         C.  M. 

1  HAIL,  sacrod  truth!  whose  piercing  raye 

Dispel  the  shades  of  night ; 

Diffusing  o'er  the  mental  world, » 

The  healing  beams  ol  light. 

2  Jesus!  thy  word,  with  friendly  aid, 

Restores  our  wandering  feet; 
Converts  Ihe  sorrows  of  the  mind 
To  joys  divinely  sweet. 

3  0 !  send  thy  light  and  truth  abroad 

In  all  their  radiant  blaze; 
And  bid  th'  admiring  world  adore 
The  glories  of  thy  grace. 

G„  The  Gospel  L.  M. 

1  GOD?  in  the  gospel  of  his  Son, 
Makes  his  eternal  counsels  known  ; 
Where  love  in  all  its  glory  shines, 
And  truth  is  drawn  in  fairest  lines. 

2  Oh  !  grant  us  grace,  Almighty  Lord  ' 
To  read  and  mark  thy  holy  word ; 

lis  truths  with  meekness  to  receive, 
And  by  its  holy  precepts  live. 


THE   SCRIPTURES.  9 

May  this  blest  volume  ever  lie 
Close  to  my  heart,  and  near  mine  eye, 
Till  life's  last  hour  my  soul  engage, 
And  be  my  chosen  heritage. 


7.  Scriptural  Instruction.  C.  M. 

1  HOW  shall  the  young  secure  their  hearts 

And  guard  their  lives  from  sin  ? 
Thy  word  the  choicest  rules  imparts 
To  keep  the  conscience  clean. 

2  When  once  it  penetrates  the  mind, 

It  spreads  such  light  abroad, 
The  meanest  souls  instruction  find, 
And  raise  their  thoughts  to  God. 

3  'Tis  like  the  sun,  a  heavenly  light, 

That  guides  us  all  the  day ; 
And  through  the  dangers  of  the  night, 
A  lamp  to  lead  our  way. 

4  Thy  word  is  everlasting  truth; 

How  pure  is  every  page ! 
That  holy  book  shall  guide  our  youth, 
And  well  support  our  age. 


EXHORTATCRY. 


8.    Present  and  Future  Realities,   d  P.  M, 

1  LO !  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land, 
Between  two  boundless  seas  I  stand — 

Yet  how  insensible ! 
A  point  of  time — a  moment's  space — 
Removes  me  to  yon  heavenly  place, 

Or — shuts  me  up  in  hell ! 

2  0  God  !  my  inmost  soul  convert, 
And,  deeply  on  my  thoughtless  heart, 

Eternal  things  impress ; 
Give  me  to  feel  their  solemn  weight, 
And  save  me,  ere  it  be  too  late  ; — 

Wake  me  to  righteousness. 

2  Before  me  place,  in  bright  array, 
The  pomp  of  that  tremendous  day, 

When  thou  with  clouds  shalt  come, 
To  judge  the  nations  at  thy  bar; — 
And  tell  me,  Lord,  shall  I  be  there, 

To  meet  a  joyful  doom  1  ..m 


ALARMING.  11 

9.  The  Broad  Road.  L.  M. 

1  BROAD  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death, 

And  thousands  walk  together  there ; 
But  wisdom  shows  a  narrow  path, 
With  here  and  there  a  traveler. 

2  Deny  thyself  and  take  thy  cross, 

Is  the  Redeemer's  great  command; 
Nature  must  count  her  gold  but  dross, 
If  she  would  gain  this  heavenly  land. 

3  The  fearful  soul  that  tires  and  faints, 

And  walks  the  ways  of  God  no  more, 
Shall  not,  inherit  with  the  saints, 
But  make  his  own  destruction  sure. 

10.  The  Sinner  Meeting  God.  7s 

1  SINNER  !  art  thou  still  secure  3 

Wilt  thou  still  refuse  to  pray  1 
Can  thy  heart  or  hand  endure, 
In  the- Lord's  avenging  day  l 

2  At  his  presence  nature  shakes, 

,  Earth  affrighted  haste  to  floe  ; 
Solid  mountains  melt  like  wax: 
What  will  then  become  of  thee! 


12  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS. 

(3  Who  his  coming  may  abide? 

You  that  glory  in  your  shame  1 
Can  you  find  a  place  to  hide, 

When  the  world  is  wrapped  in  flame  ? 

11.  The  Sinner  Warned.  7s. 

1  HASTE,  0,  sinner,  to  be  wise  ! 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun  ; 

Wisdom  warns  thee  from  the  skies, 

All  the  paths  of  death  to  shun. 

2  Haste,  and  mercy  now  implore ; 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun ; 
Thy  probation  may  be  o'er 
Ere  the  needful  work  is  done. 

3  Haste,  O  sinner,  now  return; 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun ; 
Lest  thy  lamp  should  cease  to  burn, 
Ere  salvation's  work  is  done-. 

4  Haste  !  while  yet  thou  canst  be  blest; 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun ; 
Death  may  thy  poor  soul  arrest, 
Ere  the  morrow  is  begun. 


.*. 


INVITING.  .  13 

The  Accepted  Time.  S.  M. 


1  NOW  is  the  accepted  time, 

The  Savior  calls  to-day ; 
To-morrow  it  may  be  too  late  ; — 
Then  why  should  you  delay  ? 

2  Now  is  the  accepted  time, 

The  gospel  bids  you  come  ; 

And  every  promise  in  his  word, 

Declares  there  yet  is  room. 

3  Lord,  draw  reluctant  souls, 

And  melt  them  by  thy  love ; 
Then  will  the  angels  speed  their  way 
To  bear  the  news  above. 


13.  Acquaint  Thyself,  £fc.  Josxxii :  21  lis. 

1   ACQUAINT  thyself  quickly,  O  sinner, 

with  God, 
And  joy  like  the  sunshine,  shall  beam  on 

thy  road ; 
And  peace,  like  the  dew  drop,  shall  fall 

on  thy  head ; 
And  sleep,  like  an  angel,  shall  visit  thy 

thy  bed. 


14  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS. 

2  Acquaint  thyself  quickly,  0  sinner,  with? 

God, 
And  He  shall  be  with  thee  when  fears 

are  abroad ; 
Thy  safeguard  in  dangers  that  threaten, 

thy  path ; 
Thy  joy  in  the  valley  and  shadow  of  death. 


14.  Delay  Not.  lis. 

1  DELAY  not,  delay  not :  0  sinner  !  draw 

near ; 
The  waters  of  life  are  now  flowing  for 
thee  ; 
Noprice  is  demanded  :  the  Savior  is  here ; 
Ptedemption  is  purchas'd,  salvation  is 
free. 
» 

2  Delay  not,  delay  not ;  why  longer  abuse 

The  love  and  compassion  of  Jesus  thy 
God? 
A  fountain  is  opened  ;   how  canst  thou 
refuse 

To  wash  and  be  cleans'd  in  his  par- 
doning blood. 


INVITING.  15 

3  Delay  nol,  delay  not,  0  sinner,  to  come, 

For  Mercy  still  lingers  and  calls  thee 

to-day ;  " 

Her  voice  is  not  heard  in  the  vale  ol  the 

tomb  : 
Her  message,  unheeded,  will  soon  pass 

away. 

4  Delay  not,  delay  not :  the  Spirit  of  Grace, 

Long  griev'd  and   resisted,  may  take 
its  sad  flight ; 
And  leave  thee  in  darkness  to  finish  thy 
race, 
To  sink  in  the  gloom  of  eternity's 
night. 

15.  Grieving  the  Spirit.  S.  M. 

1  AND  canst  thou,  sinner,  slight 

The  call  of  love  divine  ? 
Shall  God  with  tenderness  invite, 
And  gain  no  thought  of  thine  1 

2  Wilt  thou  not  cease  to  grieve 

The  Spirit  from  thy  breast, 
Till  He  thy  wretched  soul  shall  leave, 
With  all  thy  sins  oppressed  1 


16  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS. 

3  To-day  a  pard'ning  God 

Will  hear  the  suppliant  pray  ; 
To-day,  a  Savior's  cleansing  blood 
Will  wash  thy  guilt  away. 

16.  The  Fountain  of  Living  Water.  C.  M. 

1  OH  !  what  amazing  words  of  grace 

Are  in  the  gospel  found, 
Suited  to  every  sinner's  case 
That  hears  the  joyful  sound  ! 

2  Come,  then,  with  all   your  wants  and 

wounds, 
Your  every  burden  bring; 
Here  love,  unchanging  love,  abounds — 
A  deep,  celestial  spring. 

3  This  spring,  with  living  water  flows, 

And  heavenly  joy  imparts  ; 
Come,  thirsty  souls,  your  wants  disclose, 
And  drink  with  thankful  hearts. 

4  Millions  of  sinners,  vile  as  you, 

Have  here  found  life  and  peace  ; 
Come,  then,  and  prove  its  virtues  too, 
And  drink,  adore  and  bless. 


inviting:  17 

17-  The  Savior's  Invitation.         C.  M» 

1  The  Savior  calls — let  every  ear 

Attend  the  heavenly  sound  ; 
Ye  doubting  souls!  dismiss  your  fear, 
Hope  smiles  reviving  round. 

2  For  every  thirsty,  longing  heart, 

Here  streams  of  bounty  flow; 
And  life  and  health  and  bliss  impart, 
To  banish  mortal  woe. 

3  Dear  Savior  !  draw  reluctant  hearts; 

To  thee  let  sinners  fly  ; 
And  take  the  b!is"s  thy  love  imparts, 
And  drink,  and  never  die. 

18.  To-day.  6s  &  4s. 

1  TO-DAY  the  Savior  calls! 

Ye  wand'rers  come  : 
0,  ye  benighted  souls. 
Why  longer  roam. 

2  To-day  the  Savior  calls  ! 

Oh,  listen  now  : 
Within  these  sacred  walls 
To  Jesus  bow. 


18  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS. 

3  To-day  the  Savior  calls  ! 

For  refuge  fly ; 
The  storm  of  vengeance  falls ; 
Ruin  is  nigh. 

4  The  Spirit  calls  to-day  ! 

Yield  to  his  pow'r  ; 

0,  grieve  him  not  away ; 

'Tis  Mercy's  hour. 


19#         The  Voice  of  Mercy.     8s,  7s  &  4s 

1  HEAR  0  sinner!  Mercy  hails  you  ; 

Now  with  sweetest  voice  she  calls 
Bids  you  haste  to  seek  the  Savior, 

Ere  the  hand  of  justice  falls  : 
Hear,  0  sinner ! 
'Tis  the  voice  of  Mercy  ca^s, 

2  Haste,  0  sinner  !  to  the  Savior  ; 

Seek  his  mercy  while  you  may  : 
Soon  the  day  of  grace  is  over  : — 

Soon  your  life  will  pass  away  : — 
Haste,  0  sinner ! 
You  must  perish  if  you  stay. 


ENCOURAGING.  19 

20.  Fly  to  Jesus. 

1  0  FLY  mourning  sinner !  saith  Jesus, 

to  me, 

Thy  guilt  I  will  pardon— thy  soul  I  will 
free, 

From  the  chains  that  have  bound  thee 
my  grace  shall  release  ; 

And  thy  stains  I  will  wash,  and  thy  sor- 
rows shall  cease. 

2  Though  countless  thy  sins,  and  crimson 

thy  guilt, 
Yet  for  crimes  such   as  thine  was  my 

blood  freely  spilt : 
Come,   sinner,   and   prove    me — come, 

mourner,  and  see 
The  wounds  that  I  bore  when  I  suffered 

for  thee. 

3  Thou  doubt'st  not  my  power,  deny  not 

my  will; 
Come,  needy— come,  helpless — thy  soul 

I  will  fill; 
My  mercy  is  boundless ;  no  sinner  shall 

say, 
That  he  sued  at  my  feet,  and  was  driven 

avvay. 


20  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS. 

21.  Going  to  Jesus.  CM. 

1  COME,  trembling1  sinner!  in  whose  breast. 

A  thousand  thoughts  revolve, 
Come,  with  your  guilt  and  fear  oppress'd, 
And  make  this  last  resolve. 

2  "I'll  go  to  Jesus,  though  n.y  sin 

Should  boundless  deplhs  disclose; 
I  see  his  courts,  I'll  enter  in, 
tever  may  oppose. 

3  "  Prostrate  I'll  lie  before  his  throne, 

And  there  my  guilt  confess  ; 
I'll  tell  Him  I'm  a  wretch  undone — 
Without  his  sovereign  grace. 

4  "He  surely  will  admit  my  plea, 

Will.surely  hear  my  prayer : 
But- if  I  perish,  I  will  pray, 
And  perish  only  there." 

22.  A  Fountain  opened.  8s &  7s,  Peculiar. 

1  COME  to  Caiv'ry's  holy  mountain, 
Sinners  !  ruined  by  the  fall : 
Here  a  pure  and  healing  fountain, 


ENCOURAGING.  21 

Flows  for  every  guilty  soul, 
In  a  full  perpetual  tide, 
Opened  when  the  Savior  died. 

2  Come  in  sorrow  and  contrition,        ' 

Wounded,  impotent  and  blind  : 
Here  the  guilty  seek  remission, 
«      Here  the  lost  a  refuge  find : 
Health  this  fountain  will  restore  : 
He  that  drinks  shall  thirst  no  more. 

3  Come,  ye  dying,  live  forever ; 

'Tis  a  soul-reviving  flood  : 
God  is  faithful  :  He  will  never 

Break  his  covenant  made  in  blood — 
Sign'd  when  our  Redeemer  died, 
SeaPd  when  He  was  glorified, 

23.      Rest  for  the  Weary  Penitent.     L.  M. 

1  COME,  weary  souls!  with  sin  distress'd; 
Come,  and  accept  the  promised  rest ; 
The  Savior's  gracious  call  obey, 

And  cast  your  gloomy  fears  away, 

2  Here  mercy's  boundless  ocean  flows, 
To  cleanse'your  guilt  and  heal  your  woes; 


22  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS. 

Pardon,  and  life,  and  endless  peace — 
How  rich  the  gift!  how  free  the  grace  ! 

3  Lord  !  we  accept,   with  thankful  heart, 
The  hope  thy  gracious  words  impart : 
We  come,  with  trembling — yet  rejoice, 
And  bless  the  kind,  inviting  voice. 


24.     Christ's  invitation  to  Sinners,    L.  M. 

1  "  COME  hither,  all  ye  weary  souls  ! 

Ye  heavy-laden  sinners  !  come: 
I'll  give  you  rest  from  all  your  toils* 
And  raise  you  to  my  heavenly  home. 

2  "They  shall  find  rest  who  learn  of  me — 

I'm  of  a  meek  and  lowly  mind  : 
But  passion  rages  like  the  sea, 
And  pride  is  restless  as  the  wind." 

8  'Jesus  !  we  come  at  thy  command : 

\VVith  faith,  and  hope,  and  humble  zeal 
Resign  our  spirits  to  thy  hand, 
To  mould  and  guide  us  at  thy  will. 


ENCOURAGING.  23 

25.  Return,  O  Wand'rer.  C.  M. 

1  RETURN,  0  wand'rer  !  now  return, 

And  seek  thy  Father's  face  ; 
Those  strong  desires  which  in  thee  burn, 
Were  kindled  by  his  grace. 

2  Return,  O  wand'rer  !  now  return  ; 

Thy  Savior  bids  thee  live  ; 
Go  to  his  feet,  and  grateful,  learn 
How  freely  He'll  forgive. 

3  Return,  0  wand'rer!  now  return, 

And  wipe  the  falling  tear ; 
Thy  Father  calls;  no  longer  mourn  ; 
'Tis  love  invites  thee  near. 

26.  Ftilness  of  Christ.  7s, 

1  BLEEDING  hearts,  defiled  by  sin, 
Jesus  Christ  can  make  you  clean  : 
Contrite  souls,  with  sin  oppressed, 
Jesus  Christ  can  give  you  rest. 

2  You  that  mourn  o'er  follies  past, 
Precious  hours  and  years  laid  waste — 


24  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HTMNS. 

Turn  to  God,  0  turn  and  live, 
Jesus  Christ  can  still  forgive. 

3  You  that  oft  have  wandered  far 
From  the  light  of  Bethle'm's  star, 
Trembling,  now  your  steps  retrace, 
Jesus  Christ  is  full  of  grace. 

4  Souls  benighted  and  forlorn, 
Grieved,  afflicted,  tempest-worn, 
Now  in  Israel's  Rock  confide, 
Jesus  Christ  for  man  has  died. 

27.  Repentance  at  the  Cross.       7s.  61. 

1  HEARTS  of  stone  !  relent,  relent; 

Break,  by  Jesus'  cross  subdued; 
See  his  body  mangled,  rent, 

Covered  with  a  gore  of  blood  ; 
Sinful  soul,  what  hast  thou  done  ? — 
Crucified  th'  Eternal  Son ! 

2  Yes,  thy  sins  have  done  the  deed — 

Driv'n  the  nails  that  fixed  Him  there, 
Crowned  with  thorns  his  sacred  head, 

Plunged  into  his,side  the  spear, 
Made  his  soul  a  sacrifice, 
While  for  sinful  man  he  dies  ! 


ENCOURAGING.  25 

3  Wilt  thou  let  Him  bleed  in  vain  1 
Still  to  death  thy  Lord  pursue  1 
Open  all  his  wounds  again  ? 

And  the  shamful  cross  renew  1 
No :  with  all  my  sins  I'll  part — 
Break,  0  break  my  bleeding  heart ! 

28.  Invitation  in  view  of  the  Cross.     7s.  61. 

1  FROM  the  cross,  uplifted  high, 
Where  the  Savior  deigns  to  die, 
What  melodious  sounds  we  hear, 
Bursting  on  the  ravished  ear: 
Love's  redeeming  work  is  done  ; 
Come  and  welcome,  sinner,  come  ! 

2  "  Sprinkled  now  with  blood  the  throne? 
Why  beneath  thy  burdens  groan  ? 

On  my  pierced  body  laid, 
Justice  owns  the  ransom  paid  : 
Bow  the  knee,  embrace  the  Son  ; 
Come  and  welcome,  sinner,  come  ! 

3  "Spread for  thee,  the  festal  board 
See  with  richest  dainties  etor'd  : 
To  thy  Father's  bosom  press'd 
Yet  again  a  child  confess'd  : 

B 


26  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS. 

Never  from  his  house  to  roam, 
Come  and  welcome,  sinner,  come  ! 

29.  Heaven  Invites.     6s.  &  4s.  Peculiar. 

1  CHILD  of  sin  and  sorrow, 

Filled  with  dismay, 

Wait  not  for  to-morrow, 

Yield  thee  to-day : 

Heav'n  bids  thee  come, 
While  yet  there's  room  : 
Child  of  sin  and  sorrow, 
Hear  and  obey. 

2.  Child  of  sin  and  sorrow, 
Why  wilt  thou  die  1 
Come,  while  thou  can'st  borrow 
Help  from  on  high  : 
Grieve  not  that  love, 
Which  from  above, 
Child  of  sin  and  sorrow, 
Would  bring  thee  nigh. 

30.  God  is  Love.  L.  M. 

1  OH !   child  of  grief,  why  weepest  thou  1 
Why  droops  thy  sad  and  mournful  brow  1 


ENCOURAGING.  "  27 

Look  upward,  for  thou  hast  above 
A  friend  in  God,  and  God  is  love. 

2  Hast  sinned?  then  He  will  pardon  give, 
He  gave  his  life  that  thou  moy'st  live: 
Seek  then  for  comfort  from  above, 
Thy  friend  is  God,  and  God  is  love. 

3  In  all  the  varying  scenes  of  woe, 
Through   which  thou'rt  called  to  pass 

below, 
Still  lift  thy  tearful  eye  above, 
And  trust  in  God  for  God  is  love. 

4  Then  weeping  pilgrim,  dry  thy  tears, 
For  hope  on  every  side  appears  : 

An  eye  beholds  thee  from  above — 
The  eye  of  God,  and  God  is  love. 

31.  To  the  Mercy  Seal.      lis.  &  10s. 

1  COME,   ye   disconsolate  !   where'er  ye 
languish, 
Come  to   the  mercy  seat,   fervently 
kneel ! 
Here  bring  you;  wounded  hearts,  I. ere 
tell  your  anguish, 


28  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS. 

Earth  has  no  sorrow  that  lieav'n  cannot 
heal." 

2  Joy  of  the  desolate,  light  of  the  straying, 

Hope   of   the   penitent,  fadeless  and 
pure  ; 
Here    speaks  the   Comforter,    tenderly 
saying, 

Earth  has  no  sorrow  that  heav'n  can- 
not cure. 

3  Here  see  the  Bread  of  Life  ;  see  waters 

flowing 
Forth  from  the  throne  of  God,  pure 

from  above  ; 
Come  to  the  feast  prepared — come  ever 

knowing, 
Earth  has  no  sorrow  but  Heav'n  can 

remove. 

32.  Come  to  Jesus.        Sentences. 

1  COME  to  Jesus,  just  now. 

2  He  is  ready,  just  now. 

3  He  is  able,  just  now. 

4  He  is  willing,  just  now. 

5  0  believe  it,  just  now. 


ENCOURAGING*  39 

I 

6  Will  you  linger  just  now. 

7  Come  poor  sinner,  just  now.  • 
S  God  Is  waiting,  just  now. 

9  Christ  is  pleading,  jus,t  now. 
iQ  Angels. beckon,  just  now. 

11  Come  and  welcome,  just  now.. 

12  If  you  slight  him,  just  now. 

13  You'll  repent  it,  so  soon. 

14  Death  is  coming,  so  soon. 
lo  Oi  the  judgment  I  so  soon! 


r0TI6KAL  km.  £XPERIil£i 


33.  invocation-. 

I  BLOW  ye  the  trumpet !  blew,— > 
The  gladly  solemn  sound  ! 
Let  all  the  nations  know, 

To  earth's  remotest  bound, 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come ; 
Return,  ye- ransomed  sinners  !  hotbe- 


80  SOCIA||AND  S.  S.  HYMN3fc$}P 

2  Exalt  the  Lamb  of  God— 

The  sin-atoning  Lamb  ; 
Redemption  by,  his  blood, 

Through  all  the  world  proclaim  ; 
The  year,  &c. 

3  Ye  slaves  of  sin  and  hell ! 

Your  liberty  receive  ; 
Aud  safe  in  Jesus  dwell, 

And  bless'd  in  Jesus  live  ; 
The  year,  &c. 

4  The  gospel  trumpet  hear, 

The  news  of  pardoning'  grace  ; 
Ye  happy  souls !  draw  near, 

Behold  your  Savior's  face  ; 
The  year,  &c, 

5  Jesus,  our  grea-t  High  Pries!: 

Has  full  atonement  made  : 
Y~e  weary  spirits  !  rest ;  ^ 

Ye  mourning  souls  !  be  glad  ;   I 
The  year,  &c. 

34,    Praise  from  Saints  and  Angels.  C.  1VL 

1  COME,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs, 
With  angels  round  the  throne. 


ADORATION.  31 

Ten  thousand  thousand  are  their  tongues. 
But  all  their  joys  are  one. 

2  "Worthy  the  Lamb  that  died,5'  they  cry7 

"To  be  exalted  thus  !" 
"Worthy  the  Lamb,"  our  lips  reply, 
"For  He  was  slain  for  us  !" 

3  Jesus  is  worthy  to  receive 

Honor  and  power  divine  ; 
And  blessings  more  than  we  can  give., 
Be,  Lord  !  forever  thine. 

4  Let  all  who  dwell  above  the  sky, 

And  air,  and  earth,  and  seas, 
ispire  to  lift  thy  glories  high, 
And  speak  thine  endless  praise, 

53.  The  name  of  Jesus,  sweet. 

1  JESUS  !  I  love- thy  claiming  name, 

'T  is  music  lo  mine  ear; 
Fain  would  I  sound  it  out  so  loud, 
That  earth  and  heaven  should  hear, 

2  Thy  grace  still  dwells  upou  my  heart; 

And  sheds  its  fragrance  there  ; 


32  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS. 


The  healing  balm  of  all  its  wounds, 
The  cordial  of  its  care. 

2  I'll  speak  the  honors  of  Thy  name, 
With  my  last  lab'ring  breath  ; 
Than,  speechless,  clasp  Then  in  mine 
The  antidote  of  death-  [arms,  ■ 

Praise  to  the  Redeemer.     C.  F.  M 

1  O,  COULD  I  speak  the  matchless  worth 
O,  could  1  sound  th3  glories  forth 

That  in  my  Savior  shine  ; 
I'd  soar  and   touch  the  heav'nly  strings. 
And  vie  with  Gabriel  while  he  sings, 

In  notes  that  are  divine.  • 

2  I'd  sing  the  characters  He  bears, 
And  all  the  forms  of  love  He  wears, 

Exalted  on  his  throne  : 
In  loftier  songs  of  sweetest  praise, 
I  would  I  •  everlasting  days, 
«   Make  a  i  his  glories  known. 

3  Soon  the  delightful  day  will  come, 
When  my  dear  -Lord  will  bring  me  home? 

And  I  shall  see  his  lace  : 
Then,  with  my  Savior?  brother,  friend, 


ADORATION.  33 

A  bless'd  eternity  I'll  spend, 
Triumphant  in  his  grace. 

37.     Song  of  Moses  and  the  Lamb.     S.  M. 

1  AWAKE,  and  sing  the  song 

Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb  ; 
Wake,  every  heart  and  every  tongue  ! 
To  praise  the  Savior's  name. 

2  Sing  of  his  dying  love  : 

Sing  of  his  rising  power ; 
Sing — how  He  intercedes  above 
For  those  whose  sins  He  bore. 


3  Soon  shall  we  hear  Him  say, — 
"Ye  blessed  children  !  Gome  ;" 
Soon  will  He  call  us  hence  away, 
To  his  eternal  home. 


4  There  shall  each  raptured  tongue 
His  endless  praise  proclaim  ; 
And  sweeter  voices  tune  the  song 
Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb . 


$4  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS. 

38.  The  Savior  Crowned.         C.  M. 

1  All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name  ! 

Let  angels  prostrate  fall ; 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 
And  crown  Him — Lord  of  all. 

2  Sinners !  whose  love  can  ne'er  forget 

The  wormwood  and  the  gall, — 
Come,   spread  your  trophies  at  his  feet. 
And  crown  Him — Lord  of  all. 

3  Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe, 

On  this  terrestrial  ball, 
To  Him  all  majesty  ascribe, 
And  crown  Him — Lord  of  all. 

39.      The  Star  of  Bethlehrm.  L.  M. 

1  ONCE  on  the  raging  seas  I  rode, — 

The  storm  was  loud,  the  night  was  dark, 

The  ocean  yawned — and  rudely  blowed 

The  wind  that  toss'd  my  found'ring  bark. 

2  Deep  horror  then  my  vilals  froze, 

Death-struck,  I  cea.-  ed  the  tide  to  stem; 


ADOnATION.  35- 

When  suddenly  a  Star  arose, — 
It  was  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

3  It  was  my  guide,  my  light,  my  all  ; 

It  bade  my  dark  forebodings  cease  ; 
And  thro'  the  storm  and  danger's  thrall 
It  led  me  to  the  port  of  peace. 

4  Now  safely  moored — my  perils  o'er, 

I'll  sing,  first  in  night's  diadem, 
forever  and  forevermore, 
The  Star — the  Star  of  Bethlehem  ! 

40.     Christ  enthroned.  8s.  and  7s.  Peculiar. 

1 HARK  !  ten  thousand  harps  and  voices 
Sound  the  notes  of  praise  above, 

Jesus  reigns  and  heaven  rejoices, — 
Jesus  reigns,  the  God  of  love  ; 

See !  he  sils  on  yonder  throne  ; 

Jesus  rules  the  world  alone. 

2  King  of  glory  !  reign  forever — 
Thine  an  everlasting  crown  ; 
Nothing,  from  thy  love,  shall  sever 

Those  whom  thou  hast  made  thine  own: 
Happy  objects  of  thy  grace, 
Destined  to  behold  thy  face. 


36  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS. 

3  Savior  !  hasten  thine  appearing  ; 

Bring — Oh  !  bring  the  glorious  day, 
When  the  awful  summons  hearing, 

Heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away; — 
Then  with  golden  harps  we'll  sing — - 
"Glory,  glory  to  our  King." 

41.  God's  love  in. Christ.  C.  M. 

1  THE  Savior  !  Oh  !  what  endless  charms 

Dwell  in  the  blissful  sound  ! 
Its  influence  every  fear  disarms 
And  spreads  sweet  peace  around. 

2  Here  pardon,  life,  and  joys  divine, 

In  rich  effusions  flow, 
For  guilty  rebels  lost  in  sin, 
And  doomed  to  endless  woe. 

3  Oh  !  the  rich  depths  of  love  divine, 

Of  bliss  a  boundless  store! 
Dear  Savior  let  me  call  thee  mine  ; 
I  cannot  wish  for  more. 

4  On  thee  alone  my  hope  relies, 

Beneath  thy  cross  I  fall ; 
My  Lord,  my  life,  my  sacrifice, 
My  Savior,  and  my  all. 


ADORATION.  37 

42.  Praise  to  the  Savior.  C.  M. 

1  MY  Savior,  my  Almighty  Friend, 

When  I  begin  thy  praise, 
Where  will  the  growing  numbers  end, 
The  numbers  of  thy  grace  ! 

2  Thou  art  my  everlasling  trust, 

Thy  goodness  I  adore  ; 
And  since  I  knew  thy  graces  first, 
1  speak  thy  glories  more. 

3  My  feet  shall  travel  all  the  length 

Of  the  celestial  road; 
And  march  with  courage  in  thy  strength, 
To  see  my  Father,  God. 

43.  Chief  among  ten  thousand.     C.  M. 

1  MAJESTIC  sweetness  sits  enthroned 

Upon  the  Savior's  brow  ; 
His  head  with   radiant  glories  crowned? 
His  lips  with 'grace  o'ernow. 

2  No  mortal  can  with  Him  compare, 

Among  the  sons  of  men  ; 
Fairer  is  He  than  all  the  fair 
Who  fill  the  heavenly  train. 


38  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS. 

3  He  saw  me  plunged  in  deep  distress, 

And  flew  to  my  relief  ; 
For  me  He  bore  the  shameful  cross, 
And  carried  all  my  grief. 

4  Since  from  thy  bounty  I  receive 

Such  proofs  of  love  divine, 
Had  I  a  thousand  hearts  to  give — 
Lord,  they  should  all  be  thine. 

44.  Christ  precious.  CM. 

1  HOW  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 

In  a  believer's  ear ! 
It  soothes  his  sorrows,  heals  his  wounds, 
And  drives  away  his  fear. 

2  It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole, 

And  calms  the  troubled  breast ; 
'Tis  manna  to  the  hungry  soul, 
And  to  the  weary,  rest. 

3  Jesus !— my  shepherd,  brother,  friend, 

My  prophet,  priest  and  king, 
My  Lord,  my  lite,  my  way,  my  end- 
Accept  the  praise  1  bring. 


ADORATION.  39 

45.  Salvation  welcomed.  C.  M. 

1  SALVATION  !  Oh,  the  joyful  sound; 

'Tis  pleasure  to  our  ears  ; — 
A  sovereign  balm  for  every  wound, 
A  cordial  for  our  fears. 

2  Buried  in  sorrow  and  in  sin, 

At  hell's  dark  door  we  lay  ; 
But  we  arise,  by  grace  divine, 
To  see  a  heavenly  day.- 

3  Salvation ! — let  the  echo  fly 

The  spacious  earth  around: 

While  all  the  armies  of  the  sky 

Conspire  to  raise  the  sound. 

46.  Star  of  the  East.        lis.  &  10s. 

1  BRIGHTEST  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the 
morning  ! 
Dawn  on  our  darkness,  and  lend  us  thine 
aid ; 
Star  of  the  East,  the  horizon  adorning — 
Guide  where  the  infant  Redeemer  is  laid* 


40  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HTMNS. 

2  Cold   on   his   cradle  the  dew-drops  are 

shining  ; 
Low  lies  his  head  with  the  beasts  of  the 
.  stall. 
Angels  adore  Him  in  slumber  reclining — 
Maker,  and  Monarch,  and  Savior  of  all. 

3  Say,  shall  we  yield  Him,  in  costly  devo- 

tion, 
Odors  of  Eden,  and  offerings  divine  1 
Gems  of  the  mountain,    and  pearls  of  the 
ocean-, 
Myrrh  from  the  forest,  or  gold  from  the 
mine. 

4  Vainly  we  offer  each  ample  oblation, 
Vainly  with  gold  would  his  favor  secure: 

Richer,  by  far,  is  the  heart's  adoration, — 
Dearer  to  God  are  the  prayers  of  the  poor. 

47.  Jesus  in  the  Garden.  lis. 

1  THOU  sweet  gliding  Kedron,  by  thy  sil- 
ver stream, 

Our  Savior  would  linger  till  moonlight's 
soft  beam ; 


ADORATION.  41 

And  by  thy  bright   waters   till    midnight 

would  stay, 
And  lose  in  thy  murmurs  the  toils  of  the  day. 

2  How  damp  were  the  vapors  that  fell  on 

his  head  ; 
How  hard  was  his  pillow,   how  humble  his 

bed  ; 
The  angels,  beholding,  amazed  at  the  sight. 
Attended  their  Master  with  solemn  delight. 

3  0  garden  of  Olivet,  thou  dear  honored 

spot, 

The  fame  of  thy  wonders  shall  ne'er  be  for- 
got ; 

The  theme  most  transporting  lo  seraphs 
above, 

The  triumph  'of  sorrow — the  triumph  of 
love. 

4  Come  saints  and  adore  Him  ;  come  bow 

at  his  feet  ; 
0,  give  Him  the  glory — the  praise  that  is 

meet ; 
Let  joyful  hosannas  unceasing  arise, 
And  join  the  full  chorus  that  gladdens  the 

skies. 


42  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS. 

48.  The  teaching  of  Jesus.  L.  M. 

1  HOW  sweetly  flowed  the  gospel's  sound 
From,  lips  of  gentleness  and  grace  ; 

While  listening  thousands  gathered  round, 
And  joy  and  reverence  filled  the  place. 

2  From  heaven  he  came, of  heaven  he  spoke, 
To  heaven  he  led  his  followers' way  ; 

Dark  clouds  of  gloomy  night  he  broke, 
Unveiling  an  immortal  day  : 

3  Come,  wand'rers,  to  my  Father's  home, 
Come,  all  ye  weary  ones  !  and  rest; — 

Yes,  sacred  Teacher  !  we  will  come, 
Obey,  and  be  forever  blest. 

49.  Christ  the  Living  Fountain.     C.  M. 

1  THERE  is  a  fountain  filled   with  bleod, 

Drawn  from  ImmanueFs  veins; 
And  sinners  plunged  beneath  that  flood, 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 

2  The  dying  thief  rejoiced  to  see 

That  fountain  in  his  day  ; 
And  there  may  I,  though  vile  as  he, 
Wash  all  my  sins  avvay. 


ADORATION.  43 

3  Dear  dying  Lamb  !  Thy  precious  blood 

Shall  never  lose  its  power, 
Till  all  the  ransomed  church  of  God 
Be  saved  to  sin  no  more. 

4  E'er  since  by  faith  I  saw  the  stream 

Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 
Redeeming  love  1ms  been  my  theme, 
And  shall  be  till  I  die. 

5  And  when  this  lisping,  stam'ring  tongue, 

Lies  silent  in  the  grave, 
Then  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 
I'll  sing  thy  power  to  save. 

The  Voice  from  Calvary.  8s.  7s.  &  4s. 

1  HARK  !  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy 

Sounds  aloud  from  Calvary  ; 
See  ! — it  rends  Ihe  rocks  asunder — 

Shakes  the  earth— and  veils  the  sky; 
"It  is  finished  !" — 

Hear  the  dying  Savior  cry. 

2  "  It  is  finished  !" — 0  !  what  pleasure 

Do  these  charming  words  afford  ! 
Heavenlv  blessings  without  measure. 


44  SOCIAL  A*ND  S.  S.  HYMNS. 

Flow  to  us  through  Christ,  the  Lord; 
"It  is  finished!"— 
Saints  the  dying-  words  record. 

3  Tune  your  harps  anew,  ye  seraphs  ! 

Join  to  sing  the  pleasing  theme ; 
All  in  earth  and  heaven  uniting, 

Join  to  praise  Immanuel's  name  ; 
Hallelujah  !— 

Glory  to  the  bleeding  Lamb  ! 

51.     Christ  dying  and  rising  again.    L.  M. 

1  HE  dies !  the  Friend  of  sinners  dies  ! 

Lo  !  Salem's  daughters  weep  around  ! 
A  solemn  darkness  veils  the  skies  ; 
Asudden  trembling  shakes  the  ground. 

2  Here's  love  and  grief  beyond  degree, 

The  Lord  of  glory  dies  for  men  ! 
But — lo!  what  sudden  joys  we  see  ! 
Jesus,  the  dead,  revives  again. 

3  The  rising  God  forsakes  the  tomb ; 

Up  to  His  Father's  court  He  flies  ; 
Cherubic  legion?  guard  Him  home, 
And  shout  Him  welcome  to  the  skies. 


ADORATION.  45 

52.         The  Savior  on  the  Cross.        L.  M. 

1  Stretched  on  the  cross,  the  Savior  dies  ! 
Hark !  his  expiring  groans  arise  : 

See  !  from  his  hands,  his  feet,  his  side, 
Fast  flows  the  sacred  crimson  tide  ! 

2  But  life  attends  the  dreadful  sound, 
And  flows  from  every  bleeding  wound  ; 
The  vital  stream — how  free  it  flows, 

To  save  and  cleanse  his  rebel  foes  ! 

■3  Can  I  survey  this  scene  of  wo, 

Where  mingling  grief  and  wonder  flow, 
And  yet  my  heart  unmoved  remain, 
Insensible  to  love  or  pain? 

4  Come,  dearest  Lord !   thy  grace  impart. 
To  warm  this  cold,  this  stupid  heart ; 
Till  all  its  powers  and  passions  move, 
In  melting  grief  and  ardent  love. 

53.         Crucifixion  to  the  world.        L.  M. 

1  When  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross, 
On  which  the  Prince  of  Glory  died, 
My  richest  gain  I  count  but  loss, 
And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride. 


46  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS. 

2  Forbid  it,  Lord  !  that  I  should  boast. 

Save  in  the  death  of  Christ,  my  God;. 
All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me  most.. 
I  sacrifice  them  to  his  blood. 

3  See — from  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet, 

Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingled  down  : 
Did  e'er  such  love  and  sorrow  meet, 
Or  thorns  compose  so  rich  a  crown  ? 

4  Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  mine, 

That  were  a  present  far  too  small ; 
Love,  so  amazing,  so  divine, 

Demands  my  soul,  my  life,  my  all. 


54     The  Pity  and  Love  of  Jesus.     C.  M, 

1  HOW  condescending  and  how  kind 

Was  God's  eternal  Son  ! 
Our  misery  reached  his  heavenly  mind. 
And  pity  brought  Him  down. 

2  He  sunk  beneath  our  heavy  woes, 

To  raise  us  to  his  throne  ; 
There's  not  a  gift  his  hand  bestows. 
But  cost  his  heart  a  groan. 


THANKSGIVING.  47 

3  Here  let  our  hearts  together  melt, 
While  we  his  death  record; 
And  with  our  joy  for  pardoned  guilt, 
Mourn  that  we  pierced  the  Lord. 

55,     Jesus  our  Great  High  Priest.     C.  M. 

1  COME,  let  us  join  our  songs  of  praise 

To  our  ascended  Priest; 
He  entered  heaven  with  all  our  names 
Engraven  on  his  breast. 

2  Below  He  washed  our  guilt  away, 

By  his  atoning  blood  ; 
Now  He  appears  before  the  throne, 
And  pleads  our  cause  with  God. 

3  0  gracious  Savior,  on  my  breast, 

May  thy  dear  name  be  worn; 
A  sacred  ornament  and  guard — 
Through  endless  ages  borne. 

5Q.  Thanks  for  Providential  Favors.  C.  M. 

1  WHEN  all  thy  mercies,  0  my  God  ! 
My  rising  soul  surveys, 
Transported  with  the  view,  I'm  lost 
In  wonder,'  love  and  praise. 


48  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS. 

2  Ten  thousand,  thousand  precious  gifts 
My  daily  thanks  employ  ; 
Nor  is  the  least  a  cheerful  heart, 
That  tastes  those  gifts  with  joy. 

«3  Through  every  period  of  my  life, 
Thy  goodness  I'll  pursue  ; 
And  after  death  in  distant,  worlds 
The  glorious  theme  renew. 

4  Through  all  eternity,  to  Thee 
A  joyful  song  I'll  raise  ; 
But  O  !  eternity's  too  short 
To  utter  all  thy  praise. 


57.  The  Nature  of  Prayer.  C.  M 

1  PRAYER  is  the  soul's  sincere  defire 
Uttered  or  unexpressed  ; 
.  The  motion  of  a  hidden  fire 
That  trembles  in  the  breast. 

,'  Prayer  is  the  burden  of  a  sigh,, 
The  falling  of  a  tear, 
The  upward  glancing  of  an  eye. 
When  none  but  God  fs  near> 


4L  PETITION.  49 

3  Prayer  is  the  Christian's  vital  breath, 
The  Christian's  native  air  : 
His  watchword  at  the  gates  of  death — 
He  enters  heaven  with  prayer. 

5  0  Thou  !  by  whom  we  come  to  God, 
The  life,  the  truth,  the  way — 
The  path  of  prayer  Thyself  hath  trod— 
Lord  !  teach  us  how  to  pray. 

58.'  Prayer  for  Wisdom.  C.  M. 

1  ALMIGHTY  God  !  in  humble  prayer, 

To  Thee  our  souls  we  lift ; 
Do  Thou  our  waiting  minds  prepare 
For  thy  most  needful  gift.   . 

2  We  ask  not  golden  streams  of  wealth- 

Along  our  path  to  flow ; 
We  ask  not  undecaying  health, 
Nor  length  of  years  below  ; 

3  We  ask  not  honors,  which  an  hour 

May  bring  and  take  away  ; 
We  ask  not  pleasure,  pomp  and  power. 
Lest  we  should  go  astray  ; 


50  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS.  J* 

4  We  ask  for  wisdom — Lord  !  impart 
The  knowledge  how  to  live ; 
A  wise  and  understanding  heart, 
To  us,  thy  servants,  give. 

59.   Coming  to  the  Throne  of  Grace.  S.  M. 

1  BEHOLD  the  throne  of  grace  ! 

The  promise  calls  us  near  : 
There  Jesus  shows  a  smiling  face, 
And  waits  to  answer  prayer. 

2  Thine  image,  Lord !  bestow, 

Thy  presence  and  Ihy  love  ; 
We  ask  to  serve  Thee  here  below, 
And  reign  with  Thee  above. 

4  Teach  us  to  live  by  faith, 

Conform  our  will  to  thine  ; 
Let  us  victorious  be  in  death, 
And  then  in  glory  shine. 

(30.  Pleading  the  Promises.  C.  M. 

1  APPROACH,  my  soul  !  the  mercy-seat 
Where  Jesus  answers  prayer  ; 
There  humbly  fall  before  his  feet, 
For  none  can  perish  there. 


PETITION.  51 

2  Thy  promise  is  my  only  plea; 

With  this  I  venture  nigh  ; 
Thou  callest  burdened  souls  to  Thee. 
And  such,  O  Lord  !  am  I. 

3  Be  Thou  my  shield  and  hiding-place, 

That  sheltered  near  thy  side  ; 
I  may  my  fierce  accuser  face, 
And  tell  Him,  "Thou  hast  died." 


4  0  !  wondrous  love — to  bleed  and  die. 
To  bear  the  cross  and  shame, 
That;  guilty  sinners,,  such  as  I, 
Might  plead  thy  gracious  name  ! 


61.       Importunity  and  Assurance.      S.  M 

1  JESUS,  who  knows  full  well 

The  heart  of  every  saint, 

Invites  us,  all  our  griefs  to  tell 

To  pray,  and  never  faint. 

2  He  bows  his  gracious  ear — 

We  never  plead  in  vain; 
Then  let  us  wait  till  He  appear? 
And  pray,  and  pray  again, 


52  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS. 

3  Jesus,  the  Lord,  will  hear 

His  chosen  when  they  cry  ; 
Yes,  though  He  may  awhile  forbear, 
He'll  help  them  from  on  high. 

4  Then  let  us  earnest  cry, 

And  never  faint  in  prayer  ; 
•  He  sees,  He  hears,  and  from  on  high, 
Will  make  our  cause  his  care. 

62.  The  Mercy  Seat.  L.  M. 

1  FROM  every  stormy  wind  that  blows, 
From  every  swelling  tide  of  woes, 
There  is  a  calm,  a  sure  retreat ; — 
'Tis  found  beneath  the  Mercy-Seat. 

2  There  is  a  place  where  Jesus  sheds 
The  oil  of  gladness  on  our  heads, 
A  place  of  all  on  earth  most  sweet; 
It  is  the  blood-bought  Mercy-Seat. 

3  There  is  a  scene  where  spirits  blend, 
Where    friend  holds    fellowship    with 

friend ; 
Though  sundersd  far,  by  faith  they  meet 
Around  one  commom  Mercy-Seat. 


PETITION.  53 

4  There,  there,  on  eagle  wings  we  soar, 
And  sin  and  sense  molest  no  more — 
And   "heaven  comes  down  our  souls  to 

greet, 
And  glory  crowns  the  Mercy-Seat. 

t 
(33.  Prayer  for  needed  Grace.      C.  M. 

1  FATHER  !  what'er  of  earthly  bliss, 

Thy  sovereign  will  denies, 
Accepted,  at  Thy  throne  of  grace, 
Let  this  petition  rise  ; 

2  "  Give  us  a  calm,  a  thankful  heart, 

From  every  murmur  free  ; 
The  blessings  of  Thy  grace  impart, 
And  make  us  live  to  Thee. 

3  "Let  the  sweet  hope  that  we  are  thine, 

Our  life  and  death  attend  ; 
Thy  presence  through  our  journey  shine 
And  crown  our  journey's  end." 

64.  The  solemn  inquiry.         C.  P.  M. 

1  THERE  is  no  room  for  trifling  here, 
For  worldly  hope,  or  worldly  fear 


54  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS. 

If  life  so  soon  is  gone; 
If  now  the  judge  is  at  the  door, 
And  all  mankind  must  stand  before 

Th'  inexorable  throne. 

2»No  matter  which  my  thoughts  employ, 
A  moments  misery  or  joy; — 

But,  oh  !  when  both  shall  end, 
Where  shall  I  find  my  destined  place  1 
Shall  I  my  everlasting  days 

With  fiends  or  angels  spend  1 

3  Nothing  is  worth  a  thought  beneath, 
But  how  I  may  escape  the  death 

That  never,  never  dies; 
How  make  mine  own  election  sure  : 
And  when  I  fail  on  earth,  secure 

A  mansion  in  the  skies. 

65.  The  Charge.  S.  M. 

1  A  CHARGE  to  keep  I  have, 

A  God  to  glorify  ; 
A  never  dying  soul  to  save, 
And  fit  it  for  the  sky  ! 

2  Arm  me  with  jealous  care, 

As  in  Thy  sight  to  live  ; 


SELF-EXAMINATION.  55 

And  oh  !  thy  servant,  Lord  !  prepare 
A  strict  account  to  give. 

3  Help  me  to  watch  and  pray, 
And  on  thy  self  rely, — 
Assured,  ifl[my  trust  betray, 
I  shall  forever  die  ! 


66.  Secret  Self-Examination.        L.  M. 


1  0  THOU  great  God  !  whose  piercing  eye 

Distinctly  marks  each  deep  recess; — 
In  these  sequestered  hours  draw  nigh, 
And  with  Thy  presence  fill  the  place. 

2  Through  all  the  windings  of  my  heart, 

My  search  let  heavenly  wisdom  guide; 
And  still  its  radiant  beams  impart, 
Till  all  be  cleansed  and  purified. 

3  0  !  with  the  visits  of  thy  love, 

Vouchsafe  my  inmost  soul  to  cheer; 
Till  every  grace  shall  join  to  prove, 
That  God  has  fixed  his  dwelling  here. 


56  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS. 

67.  '  Lovest  thou  Me  ?  7s. 

1  HARK  !  my  soul  it  is  the  Lord  ; 
'Tis  thy  Savior — hear  his  word  ; 
Jesus  speaks — He  speaks  to  thee, — 
"  Say,  poor  sinner  !  lovest  thou  Me  1 

2  "I  delivered  thee,  when  bound, 

And,  when  bleeding,  healed  thy  wound; 
Sought  thee  wandering,  set  thee  right, 
Turned  thy  darkness  into  light. 

3  "Mine  is  an  unchanging  love, — 
Higher  than  the  heights  above, 
Deeper  than  the  depths  beneath," — 
Free  and  faithful — strong  as  death. 

4  "Thou  shalt  see  my  glory  soon, 
When  the  work  of  grace  is  done; 
Partner  of  my  throne  shalt  be; 
Say,  poor  sinner  !  lovest  thou  Me  ? 

68.  A  look  from  the  Cross.  CM. 

1  I  SAW  one  hanging  on  a  tree, 
In  agony  and  blood; 
He  fixed  his  languid  eyes  on  me, 
As  near  the  cross  I  stood. 


REPENTANCE.  57 

2  0!  never,  till  my  latest  breath 

Shall  I  forget  that  look; 
It  seemed  to  charge  me  with  his  death, 
Though  not  a  word  He  spoke. 

3  My  conscience  felt  and  owned  the  guilt; 

It  plugged  me  in  despair; 
I  saw  my  sins  his  blood  had  spilt, 
And  helped  to  nail  Him  there. 

t  A  second  look  He  gave,  that  said. 
"I  freely  all  forgive; 
This  blood  is  for  thy  ransom  paid — 
I  die  that  thou  may'st  live." 

5  Thus,  while  his  death  my  sin  displays, 
In  all  its  blackest  hue — 
Such  is  the  mystery  of  grace — 
It  seals  my  pardon  too. 

69.  Repenting  of  Sin.  S.  M. 

1  DID  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep  ? 

And  shall  onr  cheeks  be  dry? 
I;et  floods  of  penitential  grief 
Burst  forth  from  every  eye. 

2  The  Son  of  God  in  tears 

The  angels  wondering  see  ! 


58  '    SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS. 

Be  thou  astonished,  0  my  soul ! 
He  shed  those  tears  for  thee. 

3  He  wept  that  we  might  weep : 
Each  sin  demands  a  tear ; 
In  heaven  alone  no  sin  is  found : 
There  is  no  weeping  there. 

70.  Passing  by  Calvary.  C.  M. 

1  AS  near  to  Calvary  I  pass, 
Methinks  I  see  a  bloody  cross, 

Where  a  poor  victim  hangs; 
His  flesh  with  rugged  irons  torn, 
His  holy  soul  with  griefs  o'erborne, 

Gasping  in  dying  pangs. 

2  Surprised,  the  spectacle  to  see, 

I  asked,  Who  can  this  victim  be, 

In  such  exquisite  pain? 
Why  thus  consigned  to  woes  1  I  cried ; 
"  I  die,"  the  bleeding  Son  replied, 

"  To  save  the  world  from  sin." 

3  Jesus  for  rebel  mortal  dies? 
How  can  it  be?  my  soul  replies; 

What !  Jesus  die  for  me  'I 


REPENTANCE.  59 

I 

"  Yes,"  saith  the  suffering  Son  of  God, 
"  I  give  my  life — I  spill  my  blood, 
For  thee,  poor  soul,  for  thee." 

4  Lord,  since  thy  life  Thou'st  freely  given, 
To  bring  my  wretched  soul  to  heaven, 

And  bless  me  with  thy  love — 
Low  at  thy  feet  I'll  humbly  fall, 
Give  Thee  my  life,  my  soul,  my  all, 

And  rise  with  Thee  above. 


71.  Repenting  at  the  Cross.  C.  M. 

1  ALAS !  and  did  my  Savior  bleed  i 

And  did  my  Sovereign  die  1 
Did  He  devote  that  sacred  head, 
For  such  a  worm  as  I  ] 

2  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  have  done, 

He  groaned  upon  the  tree  ? 
Amazing  pity !— grace  unknown ! 
And  love  beyond  degree  ! 

3  Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide, 

And  shut  his  glories  in  ; 
When  Christ  the  mighty  Maker  died, 
For  man,  the  creature  sin. 


60  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS. 

4  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blushing  face. 

While  his  dear  cross  appears; 
Dissolve  my  heart  in  thankfulness, 
And  melt  my  eyes  to  tears. 

5  But  floods  of  tears  can  ne'er  repay 

The  debt  of  love  I  owe ; 
Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  away — 
'Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 


72.  Pleading  for  Pardon.  L.  M. 

1  SHOW  pity,  Lord  !  0  Lord  !  forgive  ; 
Let  a  repenting  rebel  live; 

Are  not  thy  mercies  large  and  free  ! 
May  a  not  sinner  trust  in  Thee  1 

2  0,  wash  my  soul  from  every  sin, 
And  make  my  guilty  conscience  clean ; 
Here  on  my  heart  the  burden  lies, 
And  past  offences  pain  mine  eyes. 

3  Should  sudden  vengeance  seize  my  breath. 
I  must  pronounce  Thee  just,  in  death  ; 
And  if  my  soul  were  sent  to  hell, 

Thy  righteous  law  approves  it  well. 


CONFESSION.  61 

4  Yet  save  a  trembling  sinner,  Lord  ! 
Whose  hope,  still  ho/'ring  round  thy 

word, 
Would    light  on  some   sweet  promise 

there — 
Some  sure  support  against  despair. 

73.  Confession  of  Sin.  S.  M. 

1  NOT  all  the  blood  of  beasts, 

On  Jewish  altars  slain, 
Could  give  the  guilty  conscience  peace, 
Or  wash  away  the  stain. 

2  But  Christ,  the  heavenly  Lamb, 

Takes  all  our  sins  away ; 
A  sacrifice  of  nobler  name 
And  richer  blood  than  they. 

3  My  faith  would  lay  her  arm 

On  that  dear  head  of  thine, 

While,  like  a  penitent,  1  stand, 

And  there  confess  my  sin. 

4  Believing,  we  rejoice 

To  see  the  curse  remove  ; 
We  bless  the  Lamb,  with  cheerful  voice, 
And  sing  his  bleeding  love. 

D 


62  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS. 

74.  Returning  to  Christ.  C.  M. 

1  HOW  oft,  aks !  this  wretched  heart 

Has  wandered  from  the  Lord  ! 
How  oft  my  roving  thoughts  depart, 
Forgetful  of  his  word  ! 

2  Yet  sovereign  mercy  calls — "  Return  !  "   | 

Dear  Lord  !  and  may  I  come  1 
My  vile  ingratitude  I  mourn  ; 
Oh  !  take  the  wanderer  home. 

3  Thy  pard'ning  love — so  free,  so  sweet — 

Dear  Savior,  I  adore  ; 
Oh !  keep  me  at  thy  sacred  feet, 
And  let  me  rove  no  more. 

75.  Renouncing  all  for  Christ.       L.  M. 

1  NO  more,  my  God  !  I  boast  no  more 

Of  all  the  duties  I  have  done  ; 
I  quit  the  hopes  I  held  before, 
To  trust  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

2  Now,  for  the  love  I  bear  his  name, 

What  was  my  gain,  I  count  my  loss, 
My  former  pride  I  call  my  shame, 
And  nail  my  glory  to  his  cross. 


TRUST.  63 

3  Yes,  and  I  must,  1  will  esteem 

All  things  but  loss  for  Jesus'  sake ; 
Oh  !  may  my  soul  be  found  in  Him, 
And  of  his  righteousness  partake. 

76.  Relying  on  the  Promises.  lis. 

1  HOW  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the 

Lord, 
Is  laid  for  your  faith,  in  his  excellent 

word! 
What  more  can  He  say,  than  to  you  He 

hath  said  1 — 
You,  who  unto  Jesus  for  refuge  have  fled. 

2  Fear  not — I  am  with  thee.     Oh  !   be  not 

dismay'd, 
For  I  am  thy  G-od,  and  will   still  give 

thee  aid ; 
I'll  strengthen  thee,  help  thee,  and  cause 

thee  to  stand, 
Upheld    by   my   righteous,    omnipotent 

hand. 

3  E'en  down  to  old  age  all  my  people  shall 

prove 
My   sovereign,    eternal,    unchangeable 
love ; 


64  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS. 

And  when  hoary  hairs  shall  their  temples 

adorn, 
Like  lambs,  they  shall  still  in  my  bosom 

be  borne. 

4  The  soul  that  on  Jesus  hath  leaned  for 
repose, 

I  can  not,  I  will  not  desert  to  his  foes ; 

That  soul,  though  all  hell  should  endeav- 
or to  shake, 

I'll  never,  no  never!  no,  never  forsake ! 

77.  Assurance  of  Faith.  C.  M. 

1  I  'M  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord, 

Or  to  defend  his  cause  ; 
Maintain  the  honor  of  his  word, 
The  glory  of  his  cross. 

2  Jesus,  my  God  !    I  know  his  name, 

His  name  is  all  my  trust ; 
Nor  will  He  put  my  hopes  to  shame, 
Or  let  my  soul  be  lost. 

3  Firm  as  his  throne  his  promise  stands  ; 

And  He  can  well  secure 
What  I've  committed  to  his  hands, 
'Till  the  decisive  hour. 


TRUST.  bd 

4  Then  will  He  own  ray  worthless  name, 
Before  his  Father's  face  ; 
And  in  the  New  Jerusalem 
Appoint  my,  soul  a  place. 

78.  Confidence  in  Divine  Grace,      C.  M. 

1  AMAZING  grace  !  how  sweet  the  sound 

That  saved  a  wretch  like  me  I 
I  once  was  lost,  but  now  am  found, 
Was  blind,  but  now  I  see. 

2  'Twas  grace  that  taught  my  heart  to  fear,, 

'Twas  grace  my  fears  reliev'd  ; 
How  precious  did  that  grace  appear, 
The  hour  I  first  bcliev'd, 

3  Through  many  dangers,  toils  and  snares 

I  have  already  come  ; 
'Tis  grace  hath  brought  me  safe  thus  far, 
And  grace  will  lead  me  home. 

79.  Confidence  in  Providence.        C.  M. 

1  WHILE  Thee  I  seek,  protecting  Power, 
Be  my  vain  wishes  stilled  ; 


66  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS. 

And  may  ihis  consecrated  hour 
With  better  hopes  be  filled  : — 

Thy  love  the  power  of  thought  bestow'd* 
To  thee  my  thoughts  would  soar  : 

Thy  mercy  o'er  my  lile  has  flowed — 
That  mercy  I  adore. 

2  In  each  event  of  life,  how  clear 

Thy  ruling  hand  I  see  ; 
Each  blessing  to  my  soul  more  dear, 

Because  conferred  by  thee  : 
In  every  joy  that  crowns  my  days, 

In  every  pain  I  bear, 
My  heart  shall  find  delight  in  praise, 

Or  seek  relief  in  prayer. 

3  When  gladness  wings  my  favor 'tl  hour. 

Thy  love  my  breast  shall  fill; 
Resign'd,  when  storms  of  sorrow  lower r 

My  soul  shall  meet  thy  will : 
My  lifted  eye  without  a  tear,      s 

The  gathering  storm  shall  see  ; 
My  steadfast  heart  shall  know  no  fear; — 

That  heart  shall  rest  on  thee. 

80.     God,  the  Pilgrim's  Guide.  8s.  7s.  &  4». 

1  GUIDE  me,  0  thou  great  Jehovah 
Prilgrim  through  this  barren  land  ," 


TRUST.  69 

1  am  weak,  but  thou  art  mighty; 

Hold  me  with  thy  powerful  hand; 
Bread  of  heaven  ! 

Feed  me  till  1  want  no  more. 

2  Open,  Lord  !  the  crystal  fountain, 

Whence  the  healing1  waters  flow  ; 
Let  the  fiery  cloudy  pillar 

Lead  me  all  my  journey  through  ; 

Strong  Deliverer  ! 
Be  Thou  my  strength  and  shield. 

3  When  I  tread  the  verge  of  Jordan, 

Bid  my  anxious  tears  subside  ; 
Bear  me  o'er  the  raging  billows, 

Land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  side  ; 
Songs  of  praises, 

I  will  ever  give  to  Thee. 

81.     God  the  Christian's  Provider.     L.  M, 

1  PEACE,  troubled  soul !  thou  need'st  not 
Thy  great  Provider  still  is  near,     [fear, 
Who  led  thee  last,  will  feed  thee  still  ; 
Be  calm  and  sink  into  his  will. 

2  The  ravens  daily  He  doth  feed, 

And  sends  them  food  as  they  have  need. 


68  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS. 

Although  they  nothing  have  in  store* 
Yet  as  they  lack  he  gives  them  more* 

3  Then  do  not  seek  with  anxious  care, 
What  ye  shall  eat,  or  drink,  or  wear; 
Your  lleavenly  Father  will  you  feed, 
He  knows  that  all  these  things  you  need 

82.       Christ  the  Way  to  Heaven.       L.  M« 

1  JESUS,  my  all,  to  heaven  is  gone  — 
He  whom  1  fix  my  hopes  upon  : 
His  track  I  see,  and  I'll  pursue 
The  narrow  way,  till  Him  I  view. 

2  This  is  the  way  I  long  have  sought, 
And  mourned  because  1  found  it  not  ; 
Till  lale  I  heard  my  Savior  say, 

"  Come  hither,  soul  !  I  am  the  way." 

3  Lo  !  glad  I  come,  and  Thou,  blest  Lamb  ! 
Shalt  take  me  to  Thee  as  I  am  ; 

My  sinful  self  to  Thee  I  give — 
Nothing  but  love  shall  1  receive. 

S3.    Christ  the  Great  Physician.   7s.  &  6s. 

1   HOW  lost  was  my  condition, 
Till  Jesus  made  me  whole  ; 


TRUST.  67 

There  is  but  one  Physician 

Can  save  a  ruined  soul  ! 
Nigh  unto  death  He  found  me, 

And  snatched  me  from  the  grave, 
To  show  to  all  around  me 

His  wond'rous  power  to  9ave. 

A  dying,  risen  Jesus, 

Seen  by  the  eye  of  faith, 
At  once  from  danger  frees  us, 

And  saves  the  soul  from  death  ; 
Then  come  to  this  Physician, 

For  life  He'll  freely  give  ; 
He  makes  no  hard  condition  : 


'Tis  only — look,  and  live 


84.  Jtesus  the  only  Refuge.  7s, 

1  JESUS,  lover  of  my  soul  ! 

Let  me  to  Ihy  bosom  fly, 
When  the  billows  near  me  roll, 

When  the  tempest  still  is  high  ; 
Hide  me,  O  my  Savior  !  hide, 

Till  the  storm  of  life  be  past ; 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide — 

Oh  !  receive  mv  soul  at  last. 


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2  Other  refuge  have  I  none — 

Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  Thee ; 
Leave,  ah  !  leave  me  not  alone  ; 

Still  support  and  comfort  me. 
All  my  trust  on  Thee  is  stayed, 

All  my  halp  from  Thee  I  bring; 
Cover  my  defenceless  head 

With  the  shadow  of  ihy  wing. 

3  Plenteous  grace  with  Thee  is  found — 

Grace  to  pardon  all  my  sin ; 
Let  the  healing  streams  abound, 

Make  and  keep  me  pure  within. 
Thou  of  life  the  fountain  art, 

Freely  let  me  take  of  Thee  ; 
Spring  Thou  up  within  my  heart, 

Rise  to  all  eternity. 

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S5.         Christ  the  Rock  of  Ages.        7s.  61. 

1  ROCK  of  Ages,  cleft  lor  me  ! 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  Thee  ; 
Let  the  water  and  the  blood, 
From  thy  wounded  side  that  flow'd, 
Be  of  sin  the  periect  cure  ; 
Save  me,  Lord !  and  make  me  pure. 


TRUST.  71 

2  Should  my  tears  forever  flow, 
Should  my  zeal  no  languor  know, 
This  for  sin  could  not  atone ; 
Thou  must  save,  and  Thou  alone  : 
In  my  hand  no  price  I  bring — 
Simply  to  thy  cross  I  cling. 

3  While  1  draw  this  fleeting  breath, 
When  mine  eye-lids  close  in  death, 
When  I  rise  to  worlds  unknown, 
And  behold  Thee  on  thy  throne, 
Rock  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me  ! 

Let  me  hide  myself  in  Thee. 

86.  Abiding  in  Christ.  CM. 

1  TO  whom,  my  Savior  !  shall  I  go, 

If  I  depart  from  Thee? 
My  guide  through  all  the  vale  of  woe, 
And  more  than  all  to  me. 

2  The  world  rejects  thy  gentle  reign, 

And  pays  thy  death  with  scorn  ; 
Oh  !  they  could  plat  thy  crown  again, 
And  sharpen  every  thorn. 

3  But  I  have  felt  thy  dying  love 

Breathe  gently  through  my  heart, 


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To  whisper  hope  of  joys  above — 
And  can  we  ever  part? 


87.  Sitting  at  the  Cross.         8s.  &  7s, 

1  SWEET  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing, 

Which  before  the  cross  I  spend  ; 
Life  anp1  health  and  peace  possessing, 
From  the  sinner's  dying  friend. 

2  Love  and  grief  my  heart  dividing. 

With  my  tears  his  feet  I'll  bathe  ; 
Constant  still  in  faith  abiding, 
Life  deriving  from  his  death. 

3  Truly  blessed  is  this  station; 

Low  before  the  cross  I'll  lie ; 

While  I  see  Divine  compassion 

Beaming  in  the  Victim's  eye. 

4  Here  I'll  sit,  forever  viewing 

Mercy  streaming  in  his  blood  ; 
Precious  drops  my  soul  bedewing, 
Plead  and  claim  my  peace  with  God. 


LOVE.  73 

88.  Redeeming  Love.  8s.  &  7s. 

1  COME,  thou  Fount  of  every  blessing  ! 

Tune  my  heart  to  grateful  lays ; 
Streams  of  mercy  never  ceasing, 
Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise. 

2  Teach  me  some  melodious  measure, 

Sung  by  raptured  saints  above ; 
Fill  my  soul  with  sacred  pleasure, 
While  I  sing  redeeming  love. 

3  Jesus  sought  me  when  a  stranger, 

Wandering  from  the  fold  of  God ; 
He  to  save  my  soul  from  danger, 
Interposed  his  precious  blood. 

4  Oh  !  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor 

Daily  I'm  constrained  to  be ! 
Let  thy  grace,  Lord,  like  a  fetter, 
Bind  my  wandering  heart  to  Thee. 

5  Prone  to  wander,  Lord,  I  feel  it ; 

Prone  to  leave  the  Lord  I  love  ; 
Here's  my  heart :  oh  !  take  and  seal  it ; 
Seal  it  from  thy  courts  above. 

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89.  Love  to  Christ.  8s. 

1  MY  gracious  Redeemer  I  love, 

His  praises  aloud  I'll  proclaim, 
And  join  with  the  armies  above, 

To  chant  his  adorable  name  ; 
To  gaze  on  his  glories  Divine, 

Shall  be  my  eternal  employ ; 
To  see  them  incessantly  shine, 

My  boundless,  ineffable  joy. 

2  Ye  palaces,  scepters  and  crowns, 

Your  pride  with  disdain  I  survey; 
Your  pomps  are  but  shadows  and  sounds, 

That  pass  in  a  moment  away  ; 
The  crown  that  my  Savior  bestows, 

Yon  permanent  sun  will  outshine  ; 
My  joy  everlastingly  flows — 

My  G-od,  my  Redeemer,  is  mine. 

90.  First  Love.  5s.  &  8s. 

1  HOW  happy  are  they, 
Who  their  Savior  obey, 

And  have  laid  up  their  treasures  above ; 
0  !  what  tongue  can  express 
The  sweet  comfort  and  peace 

Of  a  soul  in  its  earliest  love. 


LOVE.  ,  75 

2  'Tis  heaven  below, 

My  Redeemer  to  know; 
And  the  angels  could  do  nothing  more 

Than  to  fall  at  his  feet, 

And  the  story  repeat, 
And  the  Lover  of  Sinners  adore. 

3  Yes,  all  the  day  long, 
Is  Jesus  my  song, 

And  redemption  through  faith  in  his  name, 

0,  that  all  might  believe, 

And  salvation  receive, 
And  their  song  and  their  joy  be  the  same, 

91.  A  Miracle  of  Grace.        8s.&7s. 

1  HAIL  !  my  ever-blessed  Jesus! 

Only  Thee  I  wish  to  sing  ; 
To  my  soul  thy  name  is  precious,  - 

Thou,  my  Prophet,  Priest  and  King  ; 
Oh,  what  mercy  flows  from  heaven, 

Oh,  what  joy  and  happiness  ! 
Love  I  much  ? — I've  much  forgiven — 

Irm  a  miracle  of  grace. 

2  Once,  with  Adam's  race  in  ruin, 

Unconcerned  in  sin  1  lay  ; 
Swift  destruction  still  pursuing, 
Till  my  Savior  passed  that  way : 


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That  blest  moment  I  received  Him, 
Filled  my  soul  with  joy  and  peace  ; 

Love  I  much  1 — I've  much  forgiven — 
lam  a  miracle  of  grace. 

92.  Grace  celebrated.  S.  M- 

1  GRACE  ! — 'tis  a  charming  sound — 

Harmonious  to  the  ear  ; 
Heaven  with  the  echo  shall  resound, 
And  all  the  earth  shall  hear. 

2  Grace  led  my  roving  feet 

To  tread  the  heavenly  road  ; 
And  new  supplies  each  hour  I  meet, 
While  pressing  on  to  God. 

3  Grace  oil  the  work  shall  crown, 

Through  everlasting  days ; 
It  lays  in  heaven  the  topmost  stone, 
And  well  deserves  the  praise. 

93.    God  is  Love.— Tune,  "All  is  well." 

1  WHAT  sound  is  this  1  a  song  through 
heaven  resounding, 
God  is  love. 


LOVE.  77 

And  now  from  earth  I  hear  the  song  re- 
bounding, 

Go d  is  love ! 
Yes,  while  adoring  hosts  proclaim, 
Love  is  his  nature,  love  his  name, — 
My  soul  in  rapture  cries  the  same — 
God  is  love! 

2  This  heavenly  love  all  round  is  sweetly 

flowing, 

God  is  love.0 
And  in  my  heart  the  sacred  fire  is  glow- 
ing, 

God  is  love ! 
*That  God  is  love,  I  know  full  well — 
And  had  I  power  his  love  to  tell, 
With  loudest  note  my  song  should  swell: 
God  is  Love! 

3  This  song  repeat,   repeat  ye  saints  in 

God  is  love!  [glory — 

And  saints    on  earth  shout    back   the 
pleasing  story, 

God  is  love! 
In  this  let  heaven  and  earth  agree, 
To  sound  his  love  both  full  and  free, 
And  let  the  theme  forever  be — 

God  is  love! 


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94.  Christian  Love.  S.  M. 

1  BLEST  be  the  tie  that  binds 

Our  hearts  in  Christian  love  ; 
The  fellowship  of  kindred  minds 
Is  like  to  that  above. 

2  Before  our  Father's  throne, 

We  pour  our  ardent  prayers  ; 
Our  fears,  our  hopes,  our, aims  are  one, 
Our  comforts  and  our  cares. 

3  But  soon,  from  toil  and  pain, 

And  tears,  we  shall  be  free  : 
And  perfect  love  and  friendship  reign  I 
Through  all  eternity. 

95.  Brotherly  Love.  C.  M. 

1  HOW  sweet  and  heavenly  is  the  sight, 

When  those  who  love  the  Lord, 
In  one  another's  peace  delight, 
And  so  fulfill  his  word  ! 

2  Oh  !  may  we  feel  each  brother's  sigh, 

And  with  him  bear  a  part; 
May  sorrow  flow  from  eye, 
And  joy  from  heart  to  heart. 


LOVE. 


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3  Let  love,  in  one  delightful  stream, 

Through  every  bosom  flow  ; 
Let  union  sweet,  and  dear  esteem, 
In  every  action  glow. 

4  Love  is  the  golden  chain  that  binds 

The  happy  souls  above  ; 
And  he's  an  heir  of  heaven  who  finds 
His  bosom  glow  with  love. 

96.  Meeting  in  Heaven. 

Air— "Auld  Lang  Syne." 

1  HAIL  !  sweetest,  dearest  tie  that  binds 

Our  glowing  hearts  in  love  ; 
Hail  !  sacred  hope  that  lifts  our  minds 
To  brighter  worlds  above. 
It  is  the  hope j  the  blissful  hope, 

Which  Jesus''  grace  has  given, — 
The  hope  when  days  and  years  are  past 

We  all  shall  meet  in  heaven: 
We  all  shall  meet  in  heaven  at  last, 

We  all  shall  meet  in  heaven, 
The  hope  when  days,  $c. 

2  What,  though  the  northern  wintry  blast, 

Shall  howl  around  our'cot ; 


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What !  though  beneath  an  eastern  sun, 
Be  cast  our  distnnt  lot? 

Yet  still  we  share  the  blissful  hope,  §c. 

3  From  Burmah's    shores,   from    Afric's 

strand, 
From  India's  burning  plain, 
From  Europe,  from  Columbia's  land, 
We  hope  to  meet  again. 

The  sacred  hope,  the  blissful  hope,  Sjc. 

4  INo  lingering  look,  no  parting  sigh, 

Our  future  meeting  knows : 
There  friendship  beams  from  eye  to  eye, 
And  hope  immortal  grows. 

The  glorious  hope,  the  blissful  hope,  $c. 

97.  Heavenly  Joy  on  Earth.  S.  M. 

1  COME,  ye  who  love  the  Lord  ! 

And  let  your  joys  be  known  : 
Join  in  a  song  of  sweet  accord, 
And  thus  surround  the  throne. 

2  Let  those  refuse  to  sing, 

Who  never  knew  our  God  : 
But  children  of  the  heavenly  King 
May  speak'their  joys  abroad. 


JOY. 


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3  The  hill  of  Zion  yields 

A  thousand  sacred  sweets, 
Before  we  reach  the  heavenly  fields, 
Or  walk  the  golden  streets. 

4  Then  let  our  songs  abound. 

And  every  tear  be  dry ; 
We're  marching    through  InimanuePs 
ground, 
To  fairer  worlds  on  high. 

98.  Rejoicing  as  Pilgrims.  7s. 

1  CHILDREN  of  the  heavenly  King! 
As  ye  journey,  sweetly  sing; 
Sing  your  Savior's  worthy  praise, 
Glorious  in  his  works  and  ways. 

2  Ye  are  traveling  home  to  God, 
In  the  way  your  fathers  trod  ; 
They  are  happy  now,  and  ye 
Soon  their  happiness  shall  see. 

3  Shout,  ye  little  flock,  and  blest; 
You  on  Jesus'  throne  shall  rest ; 
There,  your  seat  is  now  prepared — 
There,  your  kingdom  and  reward* 


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99.  The  Good  Shepherd.       lis.  &  10s„. 

1  THE  Lord  is  my  Shepherd  ;  He   makes 

me  repose, 

Where   ihe   pastures  in   beauty  are- 
growing  ; 
He  leads  me  afar  from  the  world  and  its- 
woes, 

Where  in  peace  the  still  waters  are 
flowing. 

2  He  strengthens  my  spirit,  He  shows  me 

the  path, 
Where  the  arms  of  His  love  shall  en- 
fold me  : 
And  when  I  walk  through  the  dark  val- 
ley of  death, 
His  rod  and  His  staff  will  uphold  me. 

100.  The  Faithful  Shepherd.    L,  M.  61s. 

1  THE  Lord  my  pasture  shall  prepare, 
And  feed  me  with  a  Shepherd's  care  ; 
His  presence  shall  my  wants  supply, 
And  guard  me  with  a  watchful  eye  ; 
My  noon-day  walks  He  will  attend, 
And  all  my  midnight  hours  defend.. 


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■2  Though 'in  the  paths  of  death  I  tread, 
With  gloomy  horrors  overspread, 
My  steadfast  heart  shall  fear  no  ill, 
For  thou,  0  Lord  !  art  with  me  still ; 
Thy  friendly  rod  shall  give  me  aid, 
And  guide  me  through  the  dreadful  shade 

101.  The  Watchful  Shepherd.      CM. 

1  MY  Shepherd  will  supply  rny  need, 

Jehovah  is  his  name  ; 
In  pastures  fresh  He  makes  me  feed, 
Beside  the  living  stream. 

2  He  brings  my  wandering  spirit  back* 

When  I  forsake  his  ways  ; 
And  leads  me  for  his  mercy's  sake, 
In  paths  of  truth  and  grace. 

3  The  sure  provisions  of  my  God 

Attend  me  all  my  days  ; 
Oh  !  may  thy  house  be  mine  abode, 
And  all  my  work  be  praise. 

4  There  would  I  find  a  settled  rest, 

While  others  go  and  come  ; 
No  more  a  stranger  or  a  guest* 
But  like  a  child  at  home. 


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102.  The  Kind  Shepherd.  S.  M. 

i  THE  Lord  my  Shepherd  is, 
I  shall  be  well  supplied  : 
Since  He  is  mine,  and  I  am  His* 
What  can  I  want  beside  1 

2  He  leads  me  to  the  place 

Where  heavenly  pasture  grows. 
Where  living  waters  gently  pass, 
And  full  salvation  flows. 

3  Dear  Shepherd  !  if  I  stray, 

My  wandering  feet  restore  ; 
And  guard  me  with  Thy  watchful  eye, 
And  let  me  rove  no  more. 

103.  Vigilance  Enjoined.  S.  M- 

1  MY  soul !  be  on  thy  guard  I 

Ten  thousand  foes  arise  ; 
The  hosts  of  sin  are  pressing  hard,. 
To  draw  thee  from  the  skies. 

2  0,  watch,  and  fight,  and  pray;— 

The  battle  ne'er  give  o'er. 
Renew  it  boldly,  day  by  day, 
And  help  divine  implore. 


TEMPTATION  AND  VICTORY,  85 

3  Ne'er  think  the  victory  won, 
Nor  lay  thine  armor  down  ; 
Thine  arduous  work 'will  not  be  done, 
Till  thou  obtain  thy  crown. 

104.  Watchfulness  and  Prayer.        CM. 

1  ALAS  !  what  hourly  dangers  rise, 

What  snares  beset  my  way ! 
To  heaven,  oh,  let  me  lift  mine  eyes, 
And  hourly  watch  and  pray. 

2  0  Lord  !  increase  my  faith  and  hope, 

When  foes  and  fears  prevail ; 

And  bear  my  fainting  spirit  up, 

Or  soon  my  strength  will  fail. 

3  Oh  !  keep  me  in  Ihe  heavenly  way, 

And  bid  the  tempter  flee  ; 

And  never,  never  let  me  stray 

From  happiness  and  Thee. 

105.  Hope  encouraged.  6s.  &  5s.  Peculiar, 

1  WHY  that  look  of  sadness? 
Why  that  downcast  eye  1 


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Can  no  thought  of  gladness 

Lift  thy  soul  on  high  ? 
0  ihou  heir  of  heaven  ! 

Think  of  Jesus'  love  ; 
While  to  thee  is  given 

All  his  grace  to  prove. 

2  Is  thy  burden'd  spirit 

Agonized  for  sin  ? 
Think  of  Jesus1  merit; 

He  can  make  thee  clean  ; 
Think  of  Galv'ry's  mountain, 

Where  his  blood  was  spilt ; 
In  that  precious  fountain, 

Wash  away  thy  guilt. 

3  Is  thy  spirit  drooping? 

Is  the  tempter  near? 
Still  in  Jesus  hoping, 

What  hast  thou  to  fear' 
Set  the  prize  before  thee, 

Gird  thy  armor  on  ; — 
Heir  of  grace  and  glory, 

Struggle  for  thy  crown. 

106.  Look  to  Jesus.        3s.  7s.  &  4s. 

1  0  MY  soul  !  what  means  this  sadness? 
Wherefore  art  thou  thus  cast  down  ? 


TEMF1ATI0N  AND  VFJTOEY.  b-i 

Let  thy  grief  be  turned  to  gladness, 
Bid  thy  restless  fear  be  gone  ; 
Look  to  Jesus, — 
Put  thy  trust  in  Him  alone. 

2  Though  temptations  now  nssail  thee, 
And  thou  tread'st  a  thorny  road, 
His  right  hand  shall  still  defend  thee  ; 
Soon  he'll  bring  thee  home  to  God  : 
Look  to  Jesus, — 
Thoushalt  conquer  through  his  blood. 

1 07.  Christ  our  Example  m  suffering.  7s.  6s. 

1  GO  to  dark  Gethsemane, 

Ye  that  feel  the  tempter's  power  ! 
Your  Redeemer's  conflict  see, 

Watch  with  Him  one  bitter  hour ; 
Turn  not  from  his  griefs  away, 
Learn  of  Jesus  Christ  to  pray. 

2  Follow  to  the  judgment-hall, 

View  the  Lord  of  Life  arraigned ; 
Oh  !  the  wormwood  and  the  gall : 

Oh !  the  pangs  his  soul  sustained  : 
Shun  not  suffering,  shame  nor  loss  ; 
Learn  of  him  to  hear  the  cross. 


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3  Calv'ry's  mournful  mountain  climb ; 
There — adoring  at  his  feet, 
Mark  that  miracle  of  time — 

God's  own  sacrifice  complete  : 
"  It  is  finished  " — hear  Him  cry; 
Learn  of  Jesus  Christ  to  die. 


1 08.         Jesus,  in  Gethsemane.        8s.  &  7s. 

1  BEHOLD,  where  Cedron's  waters  flow — 
Behold  the  suffering  Savior  go, 

To  sad  Gethsemane ! 
His  countenance  is  all  divine, 
Yet  grief  appears  in  every  line. 

2  He  bows  beneath  the  sins  of  men, 
He  cries  to  God,  and  cries  again, 

In  sad  Gethsemane ; 
He  lifts  his  mournful  eyes  above — 
•'My  Father!  can  this  cup  remove  ?" 

3  With  gentle  resignation  still, 
He  yielded  to  his  Father's  will, 

In  sad  Gethsemane ; 
"Behold  me  here,  thine  only  Son, 
And,  father  I  let  thy  will  be  done." 


TEMPTATION  AND  VICTORY.  89 

4  When  storms  of  sorrow  round  us  sweep, 
And  scenes  of  anguish  make  us  weep, 

To  sad  Gethsemane 
We'll  look,  and  see  the  Savior  there, — 
Then  humbly  bow  like  Him  in  prayer. 

109.  Bearing  the  Cross.  C.  M. 

1  MUST  Jesus  bear  the  cross  alone, 

And  all  the  world  go  free  ? 
No,  there's  a  cross  for  every  one, 
And  there's  a  cross  for  me. 

2  How  happy  are  the  saints  above, 

Who  once  went  sorrowing  here; 
But  now  they  taste  unmingled  love, 
And  joy  without  a  tear. 

3  The  consecrated  cross  I'll  bear, 

Till  from  the  cross  I'm  free, — 
And  then  go  home  my  crown  to  wear, 
For  there's  a  crown  for  me. 

110.  Boldness  Inspired.  L.  M. 

1  STAND  up  my  soul !  shake  off  thy  fears, 
And  gird  the  gospel  armor  on  ; 


90  SOCIAL  AND  B.  S.  HYMNS. 

March  to  the  gates  of  endless  joy, 
Where  Jesus,  thy  great  Captain's  gone* 

2  Hell  and  thy  sins  resist  thy  course  ; 

But  hell  and  sin  are  vanquished  foes: 
Thy  Jesus  nailed  them  to  the  cross, 
And  sung  the  triumph  when  He  rose. 

3  Then  let  my  soul  march  boldly  on, 

Press  forward  to  the  heavenly  gate ; 
There  peace  and  joy  eternal  reign, 
And  glittering  robes  for  conquerors 
wait. 

4  There  shall  I  wear  a  starry  crocvn. 

And  triumph  in  Almighty  grace  ; 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  skies, 
Join  in  my  glorious  Leader's  praise. 

HI.      Overcoming  the  World.      Cf  P.  M. 

1  TELL  me  no  more  of  earthly  toys, 
Of  sinful  mirth  and  carnal  joys, 

The  things  I  loved  before : 
Let  me  but  view  my  Savior's  face, 
And  feel  his  animating  grace, 

And  I  desire  no  more. 


TEMPTATION  AND  VICTORY.  01 

2  Tell  me  no  more  of  praise  and  wealth, 
Tell  me  no  more  of  ease  and  health, 

For  these  have  all  their  snares: 
Let  me  but  know  my  sins  forgiven, 
But  see  my  name  enrolled  in  heaven, 

And  I  am  free  from  cares. 

3  Give  me  the  Bible  in  my  hand, 
A  heart  to  read  and  understand, 

And  faith  to  trust  his  word — 
Then  I'll  pursue  the  narrow  way, 
Nor  friends  nor  foes  shall  tempt  to  stray 

From  Christ,  my  blessed  Lord  ! 


112.  Perfect  Rest  in  Heaven.  P. 

Air  —  "Long,  long  ago." 

1  HERE  o'er  the  earth  as  a  stranger  I 
roam, 
Here  is  no  rest — here  is  no  rest ; 
Here  as  a  pilgrim  I  wander  alone, 

Yet  I  am  blest — I  am  blest; 
For  I  look  forward  to  that  glorious  day, 
When  pain  and  sorrow  will  vanish  away ; 


92  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS. 

My  heart  doth  leap  when  I  hear  Jesus 
say, 
There,  there  is  rest— there  is  rest. 

2  Here  are  temptations  and  trials  severe ; 

Here  is  no  rest — here  is  no  rest : 
Here  I  must  part  with  the  friends  I  hold 
dear, 
Yet  I  am  blest — I  am  blest: 
Sweet  is  the  promise  I  read  in  his  word, 
Blessed  are  they  who  have  died  in  the 

Lord : 
They  have  been  called  to  receive  their 
reward : 
There,  there  is  rest — there  is  rest. 

3  This  world  of  cares  is  a  wilderness  state ; 

Here  is  no  rest — here  is  no  rest: 
Here  I  must  bear  from  the  world  all  its 
hate, 
Yel  I  am  blest — 1  am  blest ; 
Soon  1  shall  be  from  the  wicked  releas'd, 
Soon  shall  the  weary  forever  be  blest, 
Soon  shall   I   lean  on  my  dear  Savior's 
breast: 
There,  there  is  rest — there  is  rest. 


LONGING  FOR  HOLINESS.  93 

113.  Walking  with  God.  C.  M. 

1  OH !  for  a  closer  walk  with  God, 

A  calm  and  heavenly  frame : 
A  light  to  shine  upon  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb ! 

2  Return,  O  holy  Dove !  return, 

Sweet  Messenger  of  rest ! 
I  hate  the  sins  that  made  Thee  mourn, 
And  drove  Thee  from  my  breast. 

4  The  dearest  idol  I  have  known, 
Whate'er  that  idol  be, 
Help  me  to  tear  it  from  thy  throne, 
And  worship  only  Thee. 

4  So  shall  my  walk  be  close  with  God — 
Calm  and  serene  my  frame; 
So  purer  light  shall  mark  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 

114.  Dying  to  Sin.  S.  M. 

1  SHALL  we  go  on  tcrfcin, 

.Because  thy  grace  abounds  1 


94  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS. 

Or  crucify  the  Lord  again, 
And  open  all  his  wounds  ? 

2  Forbid  it,  mighty  God  ! 

Nor  let  it  e'er  be  said, 
That  we,  whose  sins  are  crucified, 
Should  raise  them  from  the  dead. 

3  We  will  be  slaves  no  more, 

Since  Christ  has  made  us  free — 
Has  nailed  our  tyrants  to  the  cross, 
And  bought  our  liberty. 

115.  Who  are  Blest?  L.  M. 

1  BLEST  are  the  humble  souls  that  see 
Their  emptiness  and  poverty ; 
Treasures  of  grace  to  them  are  given, 
And  crowns  of  joy  laid  up  in  heaven. 

2  Blest  are  the  men  of  broken  heart, 
Who  mourn  for  sin  with  inward  smart; 
The  blood  of  Christ  divinely  flows, 

A  healing  balm  for  all  their  woes. 

3  Blest  are  the*«ouls  that  thirst  for  grace, 
Hunger  and  long  for  righteousness; 


LONGING  FOR  HOLINESS.  95 

They  shall  be  well  supplied,  and  fed 
With  living  streams  and  living  bread. 

4  Blest  are  the  pure,  whose  hearts  are 
clean 
From  the  defiling  power  of  sin ; 
With  endless  pleasure  they  shall  see 
A  God  of  spotless  purity. 

116.         Privileges  of  Adoption.        7s.  6r. 

1  BLESSED  are  the  sons  of  God ; 
They  are  bought  with  Jesus'  blood  ; 
They  are  ransomed  from  the  grave ; — 
Life  eternal  they  shall  have. 

With  them  numbered  may  we  be, 
Here  and  in  eternity. 

2  They  are  justified  by  grace; 
They  enjoy  the  Savior's  peace; 
All  their  sins  are  washed  away ; 
They  shall  stand  in  God's  great  day. 
With  them  numbered  may  we  be, 
Here  and  in  eternity. 

3  They  produce  the  fruits  of  grja.ce, 
In  the  works  of  righteousness ; 


96  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS. 

They  are  harmless,  meek  and  mild, 
Holy,  blameless,  undefiled; 
With  them  numbered  may  we  be, 
Here  and  in  eternity. 

117.     The  Holy  Spirit  a  Sanctifier.    S.  M. 

1  COME,  Holy  Spirit !  come, 

Let  thy  bright  beams  arise; 
Dispel  the  sorrow  from  our  minds, 
The  darkness  from  our  eyes. 

2  Convince  us  of  our  sin, 

Then  lead  to  Jesus'  blood ; 
And  to  our  wondering  view  reveal 
The  secret  love  of  God. 

3  'Tis  thine  to  cleanse  the  heart, 

To  sanctify  the  soul, 
To  pour  fresh  life  in  every  part, 
And  new-create  the  whole. 


US.  The  Spirit— Love,  Joy  and  Peace.  7s. 

1  GRACIOUS  Spirit!  Love  divine! 
Let  thy  light  within  pe  shine ; 


LONGING  FOR  HOLINESS.  97 

All  my  guilty  fears  remove, 
Fill  me  with  thy  heavenly  love. 

2  Life  and  peace  to  me  impart, 
Seal  salvation  to  my  heart ; 
Breathe  Thyself  into  my  breast — 
Earnest  of  immortal  rest. 

3  Let  me  never  from  Thee  stray, 
Keep  me  in  the  narrow  way; 
Fill  my  soul  with  joy  divine, 
Keep  me,  Lord!  forever  thine. 

119.      The  Guidance  of  the  Spirit.      L.  M. 

1  COME,  gracious  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove  ! 
With  light  and  comfort  from  above; 

Be  Thou  our  Guardian,  Thou  our  Guide  ! 
O'er  every  thought  and  step  preside. 

2  Lead  us  to  holiness — the  road 

That  we  must  take  fo  dwell  with  God; 
Lead  us  to  Christ,  the  living  Way, 
Nor  let  us  from  his  precepts  stray. 

3  Lead  us  to  God,  our  final  Rest, 
To  be  with  Him  forever  blest: 
Lead  us  to  heaven,  its  bliss  to  share, 
And  drink  our  fill  of  pleasures  there. 

F 


98  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS. 

120.  The  Example  of  Christ.       L.  JVL 

1  MY  dear  Redeemer  and  my  Lord. 
I  read  my  duty  in  thy  word ; 

But  in  thy  life  the  law  appears, 
Drawn  out  in  living  characters. 

2  Such  was  thy  truth,  and  such  thy  zeal, 
Such  deference  to  thy  Father's  will, 
Such  love  and  meekness  so  divine — 

I  would  transcribe  and  make  them  mine. 

3  Cold  mountains  and  the  midnight  air 
Witnessed  thy  fervor  of  thy  prayer; 
The  desert  the  temptations  knew, 
Thy  conflict  and  ihy  victory  too. 

4  Be  Thou  my  Pattern ; — make  me  bear 
More  of  thy  gracious  imaga  here; 
Then  God,  the  Judge,  shall  own  my  name, 
Among  the  JolPwers  of  the  Lamb. 

121.  Likeness  to  Christ.  Is. 

1  JESUS,  Lord  !    we  look  to  Thee ; 
Let  us  in  thy  name  agree, 
While  we  ask  supplies  of  grace, 
0,  Thou  gracious  Prince  of  Peace  !. 


LONGING  FOR  HOLINESS.  99 

2  Make  us  one  in  heart  and  mind, 
Courteous,  pitiful  and  kind, 
Lowly,  rneek  in  thought  and  word, 
Wholly  like  our  blessed  Lord. 

3  Let  us  each  for  others  care, 
Each  his  brother's  burden  bear  ; 
To  thy  church  a  pattern  give, 
Showing  how  believers  live. 

4  Let  us,  then,  with  joy  remove 
To  thy  family  above ; 

On  the  wings  of  angels  fly, 
Showing  how  believers  die. 

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L122.      Christ  Reigning  in  the  Heart.      7s. 

1  LORD  !  I  come  to  Thee  for  rest, 
Take  possession  of  my  breast; 
There  thy  sovereign  right  maintain, 
And  without  a  rival,  reign. 

2  While  I  am  a  pilgrim  here, 
Let  thy  love  my  spirit  cheer ; 

Be  my  Guide,  my  Guard,  my  Friend; 
Lead  me  to  my  journey's  end. 


100  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS. 

3  Show  me  what  I  have  to  do, 
Every  hour  my  strength  renew; 
Lei  me  live  a  life  or  failh, 
Let  me  die  thy  people's  death. 

123.     Christ's  Presence  in  Heaven.     CM. 

1  JESUS  hath  died  that  I  might  live, 

Might  live  to  God  alone; 
In  Him  eternal  life  receive, 
And  be  in  spirit  one. 

2  Savior  !   [  thank  Thee  for  thy  grace, 

The  gift  unspeakable  ; 
And  wait  with  arms  of  faith  t'  embrace, 
And  all  thy  love  to  feel. 

3  Give  me  Thyself; — from  every  boast, 

From  every  wish  set  free, 
Lei  all  I  am  in  Thee  be  lost, 
But  give  Thyself  to  me. 

4  Thy  gifts,  alas!    can  not  suffice, 

Unless  Thyself  be  given; 
Thy  presence  makes  my  paradise, 
And  where  Thou  art  is  heaven. 


LONGING  FOR  HOLINESS.  101 

124.  Pleading  for  Holiness.       7s.  &  (5s. 

1  LAMB  of  God  !  whose  bleeding  love 

We  now  recall  to  mind, 
Send  the  answer  from  above, 

And  let  us  mercy  find ; 
Think  on  us  who  think  on  Thee — 

Every  burdened  soul  release; 
Oh  !  remember  Calvary, 

And  bid  us  go  in  peace. 

2  Can  we  ever  hence  depart, 

Till  Thou  our  wants  relieve  1 
Write  forgiveness  on  our  heart, 

And  all  thine  image  give ; 
Still  our  soul  shall  cry  to  Thee, 

Till  renewed  in  holiness; 
Oh  !  remember  Calvary, 

And  bid  us  go  in  peace. 

125.  Christ  our  Salvation.       6s.  &  4s. 

1  MY  faith  looks  up  to  Thee, 
Thou  Lamb  of  Calvary! 

Savior  divine  ! 
Now  hear  me  while  I  pray ; 
Take  all  my  guilt  away; 


102  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  H7HN&. 


Oh  r  let  me  from  this  day 
Be  wholly  thine. 

2  May  thy  rich  grace  impart 
Strength  to  my  fainting  heart? 

My  zeal  inspire; 
As  Thou  hast  died  for  me, 
Oh !  may  my  love  for  Thee, 
Pure,  warm,  and  changeless  be— 

A  living  fire* 

%  While  lifers  dark  maze  I  tread,. 
And  griefs  around  me  spread, 

Be  Thou  my  Guide  ; 
Bid  darkness  turn  to  day, 
Wipe  sorrow's  tears  away^ 
Nor  let  me  ever  stray 

From  Thee  aside. 

4  When  ends  life's  transient  dream?. 
When  Death's  cold,  sullen  stream. 

Shall  o'er  me  roll, 
Blest  Savior  I  then  in  love, 
Fear  and  distrust  remove ; 
Oh  !  bear  me  safe  above — 

A  ransomed  souL 


CONSECRATION.  IGSv 

126.  Forsaking  all  for  Christ.    8s.  &  7s, 

1  JESUS  !  I  my  cross  liave  taken, 

All  to  leave  and  follow  Thee  ; 
Naked,  poor,  despised,  forsaken, 

Thou  from  hence  my  All  shall  be; 
Perish  every  fond  ambition, — 

All  I've  sought,  or  hoped,  or  known 
Yet  how  rich  is  my  condition, — 

God  and  heaven  are  still  my  own ! 

2  Perish  earthly  fame  and  treasure  ! 

Come,  disaster,  scorn,  and  pain  I 
In  thy  service,  pain  is  pleasure ; 

With  thy  favor  life  is  gain  ; 
Oh  !  'tis  net  in  grief  to  harm  me, 

While  thy  love  is  left  tome; 
Oh  !  'twere  not  in  joy  to  charm  me, 

Were  that  joy  unmixed  with  Thee. 

127.  Stlf-dedic.  C.  M, 

1  WELCOME,  O  Savior  to  my  heart ; 
Possess  thy  humble  throne  ; 
Bid  every  rival  hence  depart, 
And  claim  me  for  thine  own. 


104  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS. 

2  The  world  and  Satan  f  forsake, — 

To  Thee  I  all  resign  ;' 
My  longing  heart,  O  Jesus  !  take, 
And  till  with  love  divine. 

3  Oh  !   may  I  never  turn  aside, 

Nor  from  thy  bosom  flee ; 
Let  nothing  here  my  heart  divide,- 
I  give  it  all  to  Thee. 


123.         Entire  dedication.  8s.  7s.  4s 

1  WELCOME,  welcome,  dear  Redeemer 
Welcome  to  this  heart  of  mine  ; 
Lord  !  I  make  a  full  surrender, 

Every  power  and  thought  be  thine; 

Thine  entirely, — 
Through  eternal  ages  thine. 


Known  to  all  to  be  thy  mansion, 
Earth  and  hell  will  disappear; 

Or  in  vain  attempt  possession, 

When  t!(>v  find  ihe  Lord  is  here: 

Shout,  6  Zion! 
Shout,  1 1  saints  !  the  Lord  is  here. 


SANCTIFICATION.  105 

129.  Self -consecration.  L.  M. 

1  LORD  !  I  am  fhine,  entirely  thine, 
Purchased  and  saved  by  blood  divine  ; 
With  full  consent  thine  I    would  be, 
And  own  thy  sovereign  right  in  me. 

2  Thee,  my  new  Master,  now  I  call, 
And  consecrate  to  Thee  my  ali  ; 
Lord  !  let  me  live  and  die  to  Thee, — 
Be  thine  through  all  eternity. 

130.  Entire  Consecration.  L.  M. 

1  NOW  I  resolve  with  all  my  heart, 

With  all  my  powers  to  serve  the  Lord; 
Nor  from  his  ways  will  I  depart, 
Whose  service  is  a  rich  reward. 

2  Be  this  the  purpose  of  my  soul, 

My  solemn,  my  determined  choice, 
To  yield  to  this  supreme  control, 
And  in  his  commands  rejoice. 

131.  Longing  fa,  Perfect  Love.  C.  P.  M. 

1  O  LOVE  Divine,  how  sweet  Thou  art  I 
When  shall  I  find  my  willing  heart 
All  taken  up  in  Thee  1 


106  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS. 

I  thirst,  I  faint,  I  die  to  prove 
The  greatness  of  redeeming  love, 
The  love  of  Christ  to^ me. 

2  God  only  knows  the  love  of  (rod — 
0  that  it  now  were  shed  abroad 

In  this  poor  longing  heart ; 
For  love  1  sigh,  for  love  1  pine ; 
This  only  portion  Lord  be  mine  ; 

Be  mine  this  better  part. 

3  0  that  I  may  forever  sit 

With  Mary  at  the  Master's  feet ! 

Be  this  my  happy  choice  — 
My  only  care  delight  and  bliss, 
My  joy,  my  heaven  on  earth  be  this 

To  "hear  the  Bridegroom's  voice  ! 

4  O  that  I  may  with  favored  John, 
Recline  my  weary  head  upon 

The  dear  Redeemer's  breast ! 
From  care,  and  sin,  and  sorrow  free, 
Give  me,  0  Lord  !  to  find  in  Thee 

My  everlasting  rest. 

1 32.  Christ  All  in  All.  7s. 

1  GENTLE  Jesus  lovely  Lamb  ! 
Thine  and  only  thine  I  am  ; 


SANCTIFICATION.  107 

Take  my  body,  spirit,  soul, — 
Only  Thou  possess  the  whole. 

2  Whom  have  I  on  earth  below  ? 
Thee,  and  only  Thee  I  know  ; 
Whom  have  I  in  heaven  but  Thee  ? 
Thou  art  all  in  all  to  me. 

3  All  my  treasure  is  above, 
All  my  riches  is  thy  love  ; 
Other  comforts  I  despise, 
Thou  art  all  my  paradise. 

133        The  Mind  that  was  in  Christ.        7s, 

1  FATHER  of  eternal  grace  ! 
Glorify  Thyself  in  me  ; 
Meekly  beaming  in  my  face, 
May  the  world  thine  image  see. 

2  Happy  only  in  thy  love, 

Poor  unfriended,  or  unknown  ; 
Fix  my  thoughts  on  things  above, — 
Stay  my  heart  on  Thee  alone. 

3  Counting  gain  and  glory  loss, 

May  1  tread  the  path  He  trod; 


108  SOCIAL  AND  S.   S.  HYMNS. 

Die  with  Jesus  on  the  cross, — 
Rise  with  Him,  to  Thee,  my  G-od  ! 

134.     A  Heart  hallowed  to  Christ.     L.  M. 

1  THOU  Lamb  of  God  !  Thou  Prince    of 

Peace  ! 
For  Thee  my  thirsty  soul  doth  pine  ; 
My  longing"  heart  implores  thy   grace, — 
O,  make  me  in  thy  likeness  shine  ! 

2  With  fiaudless,  even,  humble  mind, 

Thy  will  in  all  things  may  I  see  ; 
In  love  be  every  wish  resigned, 

And  hallowed  my  whole  heart  to  Thee. 

3  So,  when  on  Zion  thou  shalt  stand, 

And  all  heaven's  hosts-adore  their  King. 
May  I  be  found  at  thy  right  hand, 
And  ever  more  thy  glories  sing. 

135  Jesus'  Heart  a  Copy.  C.  M. 

1  O  FOR  a  heart  to  praise  my  God  ! 
A  heart  from^in  set  free  ! 
A  heart,  baptised  and  cleansed  with  blood. 
Thy  blood,  0  Calvary  ! 


SANCTIFICATION.  109 

'2  A  heart  resigned,  submissive,  meek — 
My  great  Redeemer's  throne  ; 
Where  only  Christ  is  heard  to  speak, 
Where  Jesus  reigns  alone. 

3  0,  for  a  lowly,  contrite  heart, 

Believing,  true  and  clean  ! 
Which  neither  life  nor  death  can  part 
From  Him  that  dwells  within. 

4  A  heart,  in  every  thought  renewed, 

And  full  of  love  divine  ; 
Perfect,  and  right,  and  pure,  and  good — 
A  copy,  Lord,  of  thine. 

5  This  precious  gift,  0  Lord!  impart; 

And  quickly,  from  above, 
Write  thy  new  name  upon  my  heart — 
Thy  new,  best  name  of  Love. 

136.         Salvation  Complete.        8s.  &  7s„ 

1  LOVE  divine,  all  love  excelling, 

Joy  of  heaven,  to  earth  come  down ! 
Fix  in  us  thy  humble  dwelling; 

All  thy  faithful  mercies  crown : 
Breathe,  oh,  breathe  thy  loving  Spirit 
Into  every  troubled  breast; 
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110  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS. 

Let  us  all  thy  grace  inherit, 
Let  us  find  thy  promised  rest. 

2  Carry  on  thy  new  creation, 

Pure  and  holy  may  we  be; 
Let  us  see  our  whole  salvation 

Perfectly  secured  by  Thee ; 
Change  from  glory  into  glory, 

Till  in  heaven  we  see  thy  face ; 
Till  we  cast  our  crowns  before  Thee, 

Lost  in  wonder,  love  and  praise. 

137.  Rejoicing  in  Full  Salvation.  8s.  &  7s. 

1  KNOW,  my  soul !  thy  full  salvation ; 

Rise  o'er  sin,  and  fear  and  care; 
Joy  to  find,  in  every  station, 

Something  still  to  do  or  bear ; 
Think,  what  spirit  dwells  within  thee; 

Think,  what  Father's  smiles  are  thine ; 
Think  what  Jesus  did  to  win  thee ; 

Child  of  heaven !  canst  thou  repine  1 

2  Haste  thee  on  from  grace  to  glory,' 

Arm'd  with  faith  and  wing'd  by  prayer 
Heaven's  eternal  day's  before  thee, 
God's  own  hand  shall  guide  thee  there 


HEAVEN  ANTICIPATED.  Ill 

Soon  shall  close  thine  earthly  mission, 
Soon  shall  pass  thy  pilgrim  days ; 

Hope  shall  change  to  glad  fruition — 
Faith  to  sight,  and  prayer  to  praise. 

138.  Rest  for  the  Weary  Soul       S.  M. 

1  OH  !  where  shall  rest  be  found— 

Rest  for  the  weary  soul? 
'T  were  vain  the  ocean-depths  to  sound, 
Or  pierce  to  either  pole. 

2  The  world  can  never  give 

The  bliss  for  which  we  sigh ; 
'Tis  not  the  whole  of  life  to  live, 
Nor  all  of  death  to  die. 

3  Beyond  this  vale  of  tears, 

There  is  a  life  above, 
Unmeasured  by  the  flight  of  years ; 
And  all  that  life  is  love. 

139.  Heaven  Anticipated.  8s.  &  6s.  Irreg, 

1  THERE  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest, 

To  mourning  wand'rers  given : 

There  is  a  joy  for  souls  distressed, 


112  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS. 

A  balm  for  every  wounded  breast ; 
'Tis  found  above — in  heaven. 

2  There  is  a  home  for  weary  souls, 

By  sin  and  sorrow  driven  ; 
Whentoss'don  life's  tempestuous  shoals, 
Where  storms  arise  and  ocean  rolls, 

And  all  is  drear  but  heaven. 

3  There  fragrant  flowers  immortal  bloom, 

And  joys  supreme  are  given  ; 
There  rays  divine  disperse  the  gloom : 
Beyond  the  confines  of  the  tomb, 

Appears  the  dawn  of  heaven. 

140.  Prospect  of  Heaven*  C.  M. 

1  THERE  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 

Where  saints  immortal  reign; 
Infinite  day  excludes  the  night, 
And  pleasures  banish  pain. 

2  There  everlasting  spring  abides, 

And  never-withering  flowers ; 

*  If  desired,  the  chorus  added  to  the  149th 
hymn  may  be  suug  with  this. 


HEAVEN  ANTICIPATED.  113 

Death,  like  a  narrow  sea,  divides 
This  heavenly  land  from  ours. 

3  Sweet  fields,  beyond  the  swelling  flood, 
Stand  dressed  in  living  green  ; 
So  to  the  Jews  old  Canaan  stood, 
While  Jordan  rolled  between. 


141.  Longing  for  Heaven.  lis. 

1  1  WOULD  not  live  always — I  ask  not  to 

stay, 
Where  storm  after  storm  rises  dark  o'er 

the  way ; 
The  few  lucid  mornings  that  dawn  on  us 

here, 
Are  followed  by  gloom,  and  beclouded 

by  fear. 

2  I  would  not  live  always — no,  welcome 

the  tomb ; 
Since  Jesus  hath  lain  there,  I  dread  not 

its  gloom : 
There,  sweet  be  my  rest,  till  He  bid  me 

arise, 
To  hail  Him  in  triumph  descending  1  he 

skies. 


114  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS. 

3  Who — who   would   live  always — away 

from  his  God ; — 
Away  from   yon   heaven,  that  blissful 

abode, 
Where  the  rivers  of  pleasure  flow  o'er 

the  bright  plains, 
And    the    noontide   of   glory  eternally 

reigns? 

4  There  saints  of  all  ages  in  harmony  meet, 
Their  Savior  and  brethren  transported  to 

greet;  [roll, 

While  anthems  of  rapture  unceasingly 
And  the  smile  of  the  Lord  is  the  feast  of 

the  soul. 

142.  Heaven  our  Home.  lis. 

Air — Home,  sweet  home. 

1  'MID  scenes  of  confusion  and  creature 

complaints, 
How  sweet  to  my  soul  is  communion  with 

saints;  [room, 

To  find  at  the  banquet  of  mercy  there's 
And  feel  in  the  presence  of  Jesus  at  home. 
Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home,  [home, 
Prepare  me,  dear  Savior,  for  glory,  my 


HEAVEN  ANTICIPATED.  115 

2  Sweet  bonds  that  unite  all  the  children 

of  peace! 
And  dear  blessed  Jesus,  whoso  love  can 

not  cease  ! 
Though  now  from  thy  presence  an  exile 

I  roam, 
I  long  to  behold  Thee  in  glory  my  home. 

Home,  home,  &c. 

3  While  here  in  the  valley  of  conflict  I  stay, 
0,  give  me  submission  and  strength  as 

my  day  ; 
In  all  my  afflictions  to  Thee  would  I  come, 
Rejoicing  in  hope  of  my  glorious  home 
Home,  home,  &c. 

4  I  long,  dearest  Lord!  in  thy  beiuties  to 

shine, 
No  more  as  a  stranger  in  sorrow  to  pine  : 
And  in  thy  dear  image  arise  from  the 

tomb, 
With  glorified  millions  to  praise  thee  at 

home. 

Home,  home,  &c. 

143.  Sleeping  in  Jesus.  L.  M. 

1  ASLEEP  in  Jesus!  blessed  sleep! 
From  which  none  ever  wakes  to  weep : 


116  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS. 

A  calm  and  undisturbed  repose, 
Unbroken  by  the  last  of  foes. 

2  Asleep  in  Jesus!  0,  how  sweet, 
To  be  for  such  a  slumber  meet! 
With  holy  confidence  to  sing, 
That  death  has  lost  his  cruel  sting. 

3  Asleep  in  Jesus!  peaceful  rest ! 
Whose  waking  is  supremely  blest: 
No  fear,  no  woe  shall  dim  that  hour, 
Which  manifests  the  Savior's  power. 

4  Asieep  in  Jesus  !  (),  for  me 
May  such  a  blissful  refuge  be; 
Securely  shall  my  ashes  lie, 

And  wait  the  summons  from  on  high. 

144.  Hope  of  Heaven.  C.  M 

1  WHEN  I  can  read  my  title  clear, 

To  mansions  in  the  skies, 
I'll  bid  farewell  to  every  fear, 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 
O,  that  will  be  joyful,  SfC. 

2  Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage,. 

And  fiery  darts  be  hurled ; 


HEAVEN  ANTICIPATED.  Ill 

Then  I  can  smile  at  Satan's  rage, 
And  face  a  frowning  world. 
O,  that  will  be  joyful,  $c. 

3  Let  cares  like  a  wild  deluge  come, 

And  storms  of  sorrow  fall ; 
May  I  but  safely  reach  my  home, 
My  God,  my  heaven*  my  all. 
O,  that  will  be  joyful,  $c. 

4  There  I  shall  bathe  my  weary  soul, 

In  seas  of  heavenly  rest ; 
And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 
Across  my  peaceful  breast. 
O,  that  will  be  joyful,  fyc. 

145.  Heaven  Glorious.*  C.  M. 

1  JERUSALEM,  my  happy  home, 

O,  how  I  long  fur  thee ! 
When  will  my  sorrows  have  an  end  ? 
Thy  joys  when  shall  I  see? 

2  Thy  walls  are  all  of  precious  stone, 

Most  glorious  to  behold  ! 

*  If  desired,  the  chorus  added  to  the  preced- 
ing hymn  may  be  sung  with  this* 


118 


SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS. 


Thy  gates  are  richly  set  with  pearl, 
Thy  streets  are  paved  with  gold. 

3  Thy  garden  and  thy  pleasant  walks, 

My  study  long  have  been  ; 
Such  dazzling  views  by  human  sight, 
Have  never  yet  been  seen. 

4  When  we've  been  there  ten  thousand 

Bright  shining  as  the  sun,         [years, 
We've  no  less  days  to  sing  God's  praise, 
Than  when  we  first  begun. 

146.  The  Songs  of  Heaven.  8s. 

1  YE  angels  who  stand  round  the  throne, 

And  view  my  Immanuel's  face — 
In  rapturous  songs  make  him  known, 

Tu  ne,  tune  your  soft  ha  rps  to  his  praise. 
He  formed  you  the  spirits  you  are — 

So  happy,  so  noble,  so  good; 
When  others  sunk  down  in  despair, 

Confirmed  by  his  power,  ye  stood. 

2  Ye  saints,  who  stand  nearer  than  they, 

And  cast  your  bright  crowns  at  his  feet, 
His  grace  and  his  glory  display, 
And  all  his  rich  mercies  repeat : 


HEAVEN  ANTICIPATED.  119 

He  snatched  you  from  hell  and  the  grave, 
He  ransomed  from  death  and  despair  ; 

For  you  He  was  mighty  to  save — 
Almighty  to  bring  you  safe  there, 

3  I  long  to  put  on  my  attire, 

Wash'd  white  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb: 

I  long  to  be  one  of  your  choir, 

And  tune  my  sweet  harp  to  his  name; 

I  long — oh  !  I  long  to  be  there, 
Where  sorrow  and  sin  bid  adieu, 

Yonr  joy  and  your  friendship  to  share- 
To  wonder,  and  worship  with  you. 

147.     The  Pilgrim's  Dialogue.     8s.  &  7s. 

1  WHITHER  goest  thou,  pilgrim  stranger, 

Wandering  through  this  lonely  vale  1 
Know'st  thou  not  'tis  full  of  danger, 
And  will  not  thy  courage  fail  1 
"  No!  Fm  bound  for  the  kingdom — 
Will  you  go  to  gloi  y  with  me  ? 
Halleluiah!  Praise  ye  the  Lord." 

2  Pilgrim  thou  hast  justly  called  me, 

Passing  through  this  waste  so  wide ; 
But  no  harm  can  e'er  befall  me, 
While  I'm  blest  with  such  a  guide. 


120  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS. 

3  Such  a  guide  !     No  guide  attends  thee  ; 

Hence  for  thee  my  fears  arise  ; 
If  some  guardian  power  befriend  thee, 
'Tis  unseen  by  mortal  eyes. 

4  Yes,  unseen  ;  but  still  believe  me, 

Such  a  guide  my  steps  attend ; 
He'll  in  every  strait  relieve  me  ; 
He  will  guide  me  to  the  end. 

5  Pilgrim  !  see  that  strenm  before  thee, 

Darkly  winding  through  the  vale  ; 

Should  its  deadly  waves  roll  o'er  thee, 

Would  not  then  thy  courage  fail  1 

6  No,  that  stream  has  nothing  frightful, 

To  its  brink  my  step°  I'll  bend  ; 
Thence  to  plunge  will  be  delightful, 
Tkere  my  pilgrimage  will  end. 

148.  I1  he  Pilgrim 's  Invitation.  8s.  Pecul'r. 

1  WE'RE  traveling  home  to  heaven  above, 

Will  you  go  ?     Will  you  go  ? 

To  sing  the  Savior's  dying  love  ; 

Will  you  go  1     Will  you  go  7 

And  millions  more  are  on  the  road — 

Millions  have  reached  that  blest  abode, 


HEAVEN  ANTICIPATED.  121 

Anointed  kings  and  priests  to  God: 
Will  you  go  ?      Will  you  go  ? 

2  We're  going  to  see  the  bleeding  Lamb, 
In  rapturous  strains  to  praise  his  name  ; 
The  crown  of  life  we  there  shall  wear, 
The  conqueror's  palm  our  hand  shall  bear, 
And  all  the  joys  of  heaven  we'll  share. 

3  We're  going  to  join  the  heavenly  choir, 
To  raise  our  voice  and  tune  our  lyre  ; 
There  saints  and  angels  gladly  sing 
Hosanna  to  their  God  and  King, 

And  make  the  heavenly  arches  ring. 

4  Ye  weary,  heavy  laden  !  come, 

In  heaven's  courts  there  still  is  room  ; 
The  Lord  is  waiting  to  receive, 
If  thou  wilt  on  him  now  believe  — 
And  give  the  troubled  conscience  ease. 

5  The  way  to  heaven  is  straight  and  plain, 
Repent,  believe,  be  born  again; 

The  Savior  cries  aloud  to  thee — 
**  Take  up  thy  cross  and  follow  me, 
And  thou  shalt  my  salvation  see." 


122  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS. 

149.         The  Soldier's  Triumph.        C.  M. 

1  AM  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross, 

A  follower  of  the  Lamb  1 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  his  cause, 

Or  blush  to  speak  his  name'.' 
We're     marching     through     ImmanueVs 

ground, 
We  soon  shall  hear  the  {welcome)  trumpet's 
sound  I 
O,  then  we  shall  with  Jesus  reign, 
And  never,  never  part  again. 
What!  never  part  again  ? 
No!  never  part  again. 
What!  Sfc. 
O,  thai,  #c. 

2  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face  1 

Must  I  not  stem  the  flood  ?• 
Is  this  vile  world  a  friend  to  grace, 
To  help  me  on  to  God  ? 
We're  marching,  Sfc. 

3  Sure  I  must  fight  if  I  would  reign  ; 

Increase  my  courage,  Lord  ! 
I'll  bear  the  toil— endure  the  pain — 
Supported  by  thy  word. 
We're  marching,  §c, 


HEAVEN  ANTICIPATED.  123 

4  Thy  saints,  in  all  this  glorious  war, 
Shall  conquer,  though  they  die  ; 
They  see  the  triumph  from  afar, 
And  shoul  in  victory. 
We're  marching,  Qc. 

150.      Jesus  Faithful  to  the  End.      L.  M. 

1  CHILDREN   of   God!    renounce   your 

fears  ; 
Jesus  says  He  will  be  with  us  to  the 

end: 
Lo  !  Jesus  for  your  help  appears  ; 

Jesus  says  He  will  be  with  us  to  the 

end: 
For  He  has  been  with  us,  and  He  still  is 

with  us, 
And  He's  promis'd  to  be  with  us  to  the 

end. 

2  He  kindly  speaks  as  He  draws  nigh, 

Jesus  says,  Sfc. 
"  Be  not  afraid,  for  it  is  I :  " 
Jesus  says,  fyc. 
For  He,  Sfc. 

3  When  in  the  awful  tempest  tost, 

Jesus  says,  $c. 


124  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS. 

You  feel  your  strength  and  courage  lost, 
Jesus  says,  $c. 
For  He,  Sfc. 

4  When  mighty  waves  roll  o'er  your  head, 

Jesus  says,  Sfc. 
Your  Lord  is  near,  be  not  afraid  : 
Jesus  says,  fyc. 
For  He,  $c. 

5  When  fierce  disease  attacks  your  frame, 

Jesus  says,  fyc. 
Your  Savior's  love  is  still  the  same  : 
Jesus  says,  fyc. 
For  He,  fyc. 

6  In  death's  dark  shade  you  need  not  fear, 

Jesus  says,  $c. 
For  Jesus  will  be  with  you  there  : 
Jesus  says,  §c. 
For  He,  $c. 

151.  Heavenly  Canaan.  L.  M. 

1  TOGETHER  let  us  sweetly  live— 
J  am  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan ; 
Together  let  us  sweetly  die ; 

/  am  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan  : 


HEAVEN  ANTICIPATED.  125 

O  Canaan,  bright  Caiman  I 
I  am  hound  for  the  land  of  Canaan ; 

O  Canaan,  it  is  my  happy  home, 
I  am  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan. 

2  I  have  some  friends  before  me  gone, 

/  am  bound,  fyc. 
And  I'm  resolved  to  travel  on  : 
J  am  bound,  fyc. 
O  Canaan,  $c. 

3  Our  songs  of  praise  shall  fill  the  skies, 

I  am  bound,  $c. 
And  higher  still  our  joys  shall  rise  : 
/  am  bound,  Sfc. 
O  Canaan,  fyc. 

4  Then  come  with  me,  beloved  friend, 

/  am  bound,  §c. 
The  joys  of  heaven  shall  never  end  : 
/  am  bound,  fyc. 
O  Canttan,  fyc. 

152.     We're  on  our  journey  home.     Sent's* 

1  We  shall  gain  the  heavenly  world. 
By  and  by,  by  and  by  ; 


126  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS. 

We  shall  grain  the  heavenly  world, 
By  and  by. 

Ride  on,  King  Jesus,  O  ride  on. 
We're  on  our  journey  home. 

2  We  shall  pass  those  pearly  gates. 

3  We  shall  walk  those  golden  streets. 

4  We  shall  wear  a  starry  crown. 

5  We  shall  bear  a  conqueror's  palm. 

6  We  shall  strike  the  golden  harps. 

7  We  shall  reign  with  Christ  above. 

8  We  shall  see  Him  as  He  is. 

9  We  shall  drink  our  iilJ  of  love. 
10  We  shall  meet  to  part  no  more. 


SABBATH. 

153.  Sabbath  Morning.         C.  L.  M. 

1  HOW  calm  and  beautiful  the  morn 
That  gilds  the  sacred  tomb, 
Where  once  the  crucified  was  borne, 
And  veiled  in  midnight  gloom  ! 


SABBATH.  127 

Oh  !  weep  no  more  the  Savior  slain ; 
The  Lord  is  risen — He  lives  again. 

2  Ye  mourning  saints  !  dry  every  tear 

For  your  departed  Lord  ; 
"Behold  the  place — He  is  not  there," — 

The  tomb  is  all  unbarred  ; 
The  gates  of  death  were  closed  in  vain  ; 
The  Lord  is  risen — He  lives  again. 

3  Now  cheerful  to  the  house  of  prayer, 

Your  early  footsteps  bond  ; 
The  Savior  will  Himself  be  there, 

Your  Advocate  and  Friend  ; 
Oh !  weep  no  more  your  comforts  slain  ; 
The  Lord  is  risen — He  lives  again. 

154.       A  Sabbath  blessing  sought.      7s.  61. 

J  SAFELY  through  another  week, 
God  hath  brought  us  on  our  way  ; 
Let  us  now  a  blessing  seek, 

Waiting  in  his  courts  to-day  ; 
Day  of  all  the  week  the  best, 
Emblem  of  eternal  rest. 

£  While  we  seek  supplies  of  grace, 

Through  the  dear  Redeemer's  name, 


128  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS. 

Show  thy  reconciled  face, — 

Take  away  our  sin  and  shame  ; 
From  our  wordly  cares  set  free, 
May  we  rest  this  day  in  Thee. 

155.  The  Sabbath  a  rest.  L.  M. 

1  ANOTHER  six  days'  work  is  done, 
Another  Sabbath  is  begun  ; 

Re' urn,  my  soul  !  enjoy  thy  rest, 
improve  the  day  thy  God  hath  blest. 

2  01: !  that  our  thoughts  and  thanks  may 

rise, 
As  grateful  incense  to  the  skies; 
And  draw  from  heaven  that  sweet  repose 
Which  none  but  he  that  feels  it  knows. 

3  This  heavenly  calm  within  the  breast, 
•Is  the  dear  pledge  of  glorious  rest — 
Which  for  ihe  churcrA)f  God  remains — 
The  end  of  cares,  the  end  of  pains. 

4  In  holy  duties  let  the  day, — 
In  holy  pleasures  pass  away; 
How  sweet  a  Sabbath  thus  to  spend, 
In  hope  of  one  that  ne'er  shall  end  ! 


SABBATH.  129 

156.    The  Sabbath  a  consecrated  day.    10s. 

1  Again  the  day  returns  of  holy  rest, 
Which,  when  He  made  the  world,  Jeho- 

hovah  blest; 
When,  like  his  own,  He  bade  our  labors 

cease, 
And  all  be  piety,  and  all  be  peace. 

2  Let  us  devote  this  consecrated  day 

To  learn  his  will,  and  all  we  learn  obey  ; 
So  shall  He   hear   when  fervently  we 

raise, 
Our  supplications    and    our    songs    of 

praise. 

157.  The  Sabbath  Welcomed.  7s. 

1  WELCOME— sacred  day  of  rest ! 

Sweet  repose  from  worldly  care  ! — 
Day  above  all  days  the  best, 

When  our  souls   for  heaven  prepare. 

2  Day  when  our  Redeemer  rose, 

Victor  o'er  the  hosts  of  hell ; 
Thus  he  vanquished  all  our  foes  ; 
Let  our  lips  his  glory  tell. 


130  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS. 

158.      Sabbath  worship  delightful      S.  M. 

1  WELCOME— sweet  day  of  rest, 

That  saw  the  Lord  arise  ! 
Welcome  to  this  reviving  breast, 
And  these  rejoicing  eyes. 

2  The  King  himself  comes  near, 

And  feasts  his  saints  to-day ; 
Here  we  may  sit,  and  see  him  here, 
And  love,  and  praise,  and  pray. 

3  My  willing  soul  would  stay, 

In  such  a  frame  as  this, — 
And  sit  and  sing  herself  away 
To  everlasting  bliss. 

159.  The  Sabbath  Precious.  8s 

1  HOW  sweet  is  the  Sabbath  to  me, 

The  day  when  the  Savior  arose! 
'Tis  heaven  his  beauties  to  see, 

And  in  his  soft  arms  to  repose  ; 
This  day  He  invites  us  to  come, — 

How  kindly  He  bids  us  draw  near  ; 
He  off-^s  us  heaven  for  home, 

And  wipes  off  the  penitent  tear. 


SABBATHo  131 

2  I  can  not,  I  must  not  refuse, — 

His  goodness  has  conquered  my  heart, 
The  Lord  for  my  portion  I  choose, 

And  bid  all  my  folly  depart; 
How  sweet  is  the  Sabbath  to  me, 

The  day  my  Redeemer  arose  ! 
'Tis  heaven  his  beauties  to  see, 

And  in  his  soft  arms  to  repose. 


160.         The  Nobler  rest  above.  L.  M 

1  THINE  earthly  Sabbaths,  Lord,  wo  love  ; 
But  there's  a  nobler  rest  above ; 

To  that,  our  longing  souls  aspire. 
With  cheerful  hope  and  strong  desire. 

2  No  more  fatigue,  no  more  distress, 
Nor  sin,  nor  death  shall  reach  the  place; 
No  groans  shall  mingle  with  the  songs 
That  warble  from  immortal  tongues, 

3  No  rude  alarms  of  raging  foes ; 
No  cares  to  break  the  long  repose  ; 
No  midnight  shade,  no  clouded  sun ; 
But  sacred,  high,  eternal  noon. 


132  SOCIAL  AND  S..S.  HTMNS. 

161.  Sabbath  morning  and  evening,  L.  M, 

1  SWEET  is  the  work,  my  God  !  my  King  ! 
To  praise  thy  name,  give  thanks and-sing; 
To  show  thy  love  by  morning  light, 
And  talk  of  all  thy  truth  at  night. 

2  Sweet  is  the  day  of  sacred  rest, — 
No  mortal  care  shall  seize  my  breast; 
Oh  !  may  my  heart  in  tune  be  found, 
Like  David's  harp  of  solemn  sound. 

1 62.  Sabbath  morning  and  evening.    S.  M. 

1  SWEET  is  the  work,  0  Lord  ! 

Thy  glorious  name  to  sing  ; 
To  praise  and  pray,  to  hear  thy  word, 
And  grateful  offerings  bring. 

2  Sweet — at  the  dawning  light, 

Thy  boundless  love  to  tell ; 
And  when  approach  the  shades  of  night 
Still  on  the  theme  to  dwell. 

3  Sweet — on  this  day  of  rest, 

To  join  in  heart  and  voice, 


MORNING.  133 

t 

With  those  who  love  and  serve  thee  best, 
And  in  thy  name  rejoice. 

4  To  songs  of  praise  and  joy 
Be  every  Sabbath  given, — 
That  such  may  be  our  blest  employ 
Eternally  in  heaven. 


FAMILY  WORSHIP, 

163.  A  Morning  Song  of  Gratitude.  C.  M. 

1  LORD  in  the  morning  Thou  shalt  hear 

My  voice  ascending  high  ; 
To  Thee  will  I  direct  my  prayer, 
To  Thee  lift  up  mine  eye. 

2  Preserved  by  thine  almighty  arm, 

I  passed  the  shades  ot  night, 
Secure  and  safe  from  every  harm, — 
And  see  reluming  light. 

8  Oh  !  let  the  same  almighty  care 
My  waking  hours  attend  : 

H 


134  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS, 

From  every  danger,  every  snare? 
My  every  step  defend. 

4  Smile  on  my  minutes  as  they  roll, 
And  guide  my  future  days; 
And  let  thy  goodness  fill  my  soul 
With  gratitude  and  praise. 


164.  A  Morning  Tribute.         C.  M. 


1  ONCE  more,  my  soul  !  the  rising  day 
Salutes  my  waking  eyes  ; 
Once  more,  my  voice  !  thy  tribute  pay 
To  Him  who  rules  the  skies. 


2  A  thousand  wretched  souls  have  fled, 

Since  the  last  setting  sun  : 
And  yet  He  lengthens  out  my  thread, 
And  yet  my  moments  run. 

3  Great  God  !  let  ail  my  hours  be  thine 

Whilst  I  enjoy  the  light ; 
Then  shall  my  sun  in  smiles  decline, 
And  bring  a  peaceful  night. 


EVENING.  135 

165.  Morning  Sacrifice.  L.  M. 

1  AWAKE,  my  soul !  and  with  the  sun, 
Thy  daily  course  of  duty  run  : 
Shake  off  dull  sloth,  and  joyful  rise 
To  pay  thy  morning  sacrifice. 

2  Lord  !  I  my  vows  to  Thee  renew  ; 
Scatter  my  sins  as  morning  dew, 
Guard  my  first  springs  of  thought  and  will, 
And  all  thy  love  in  me  fulfill. 

166.  Early  Prayer.  Is.  61. 

1  IN  this  calm  impressive  hour, 

Let  my  prayer  ascend  on  high  ; 
God  of  mercy  !  God  of  Power  ! 

Hear  me  when  to  Thee  I  cry  ; 
Hear  me  from  thy  lofty  throne, 
For  the  sake  of  Christ,  thy  Son. 

2  With  the  morning's  early  ray, 

While  the  shades  of  night  depart, 
Let  thy  beam  of  light  convey 

Joy  and  gladness  to  my  heart ; 
Now  o'er  all  my  steps  preside, 
And  for  all  my  wants  provide. 


136  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS. 

167.  Morning  and  United  Prayer.  S.  M. 

1  HOW  sweet  the  melting  lay, 

That  breaks  upon  the  ear, 

When  at  the  hour  of  rising  day, 

Chrislians  unite  in  prayer. 

2  The  breezes  watt  their  cries, 

Up  to  Jehovah's  throne  ; 
He  listens  to  their  bursting  sighs, 
And  sends  his  blessings  down. 

168.  Dawn  in  the  Soul  7s. 

1  THOU  didst  hear  my  evening  cry: 
Thy  preserving  hand  was  nigh  ; 
Peaceful  slumbers  Thou  hast  shed, 
Grateful  to  my  weary  head. 

2  Thou  hast  kept  me  through  the  night, — 
'Twas  thy  hand  restored  the  light; 
Lord,  thy  mercios  still  are  new, 
Plenteous,  as  the  morning  dew. 

3  Gently,  with  the  dawning  ray, 
On  my  soul  thy  beams  display ; 
Sweeter  than  the  smiling  morn, 
Let  thy  cheering  light  return. 


MOKNING.  £37 

169.  Morning  Devotion.  S.  M„ 

1  SERENE  I  kid  me  down, 

Beneath  his  guardian  care  ; 
I  slept,  and  woke  ;  and  still  I  found 
My  kind  preserver  near. 

2  Dear  Savior !  to  thy  cross, 

I  bring  my  sacrifice  ; 
Tinged  with  thy  blood  it  shall  ascend, 
With  fragrance  to  the  skies. 

170.  Daily  Dependence.        L.  M.  61. 

1  AS  every  day  thy  mercy  spares 
Will  bring  its  trials  and  its  cares, 
0  Savior  !  till  my  life  shall  end, 
Be  Thou  my  counsellor  and  friend  ; 
Teach  me  thy  precep's,  all  divine, 
And  be  thy  great  example  mine. 

2  When  each  day's  scenes  and  labors  close, 
And  wearied  nature  seeks  repose, 
With  pardoning  mercy  richly  blest, 
Guard  me,  my  Savior !  while  I  rest ! 
And  as  each  morning  sun  shall  rise, 

0,  lead  me  onward  to  the  skies. 


138  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS. 

171.  Divine  Protection  Implored.  Gs.  &5s 
Am. — "  Far,  far  o'er  hill,  &c." 

1  THROUGH  thy  protecting  care. 

Kept  till  the  dawning, — 
Taught  to  draw  near  in  pray'r7 

Heed  we  the  warning  ; 
O  Thou  great  One  in  Three  I 
Gladly  our  souls  would  be 
Evermore  praising  Thee, 

God  of  the  morning  ! 

2  God  of  our  sleeping  hours, 

Watch  o'er  us  waking  ; 
All  our  imperfect  powers 

In  thine  hands  taking; 
In  us  thy  work  fulfill, — 
Be  with  thy  children  still ; 
Those  who  obey  thy  will 

Never  forsaking. 

172.  Evening  Sacrifice.  L.  M 

1  GLORY  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night, 
For  all  the  blessings  of  the  light ; 
Keep  me,  O  keep  me,  King  of  kings  ! 
Beneath  the  shadow  of  thy  wings. 


EVENING.  139 

2  Forgive  me,  Lord,  for  thy  dear  Son, 
The  ill  that  1  this  day  have  done ; 
That  with  the  world,    myself  and  Thee: 
My  soul,  this  night  at  peace  may  be. 

3  Teach  me  to  live,  that  I  may  dread 
The  grave  as  little  as  my  bed  ; 
Teach  me  to  die  that  so  I  may 
Rise  glorious  at  the  judgment  day. 

173.  Evening  Contemplation.  7s» 

1  SOFTLY  now  the  light  of  day, 
Fades  upon  my  sight  away  ; 
Free  from  care,  from  labor  free, 
Lord  !  I  would  commune  with  Thee. 

2  Soon  for  me  the  light  of  day, 
Shall  forever  pass  awny  ; 
Then,  from  sin  and  sorrow  free, 
Take  me,  Lord  !  to  dwell  with  Thee. 

174.  Repose  and  Devotion.         7s.  61, 

1  NOW  from  labor  and  from  care, 
Evening  shades  have  set  me  free, 
In  the  work  of  praise  and  prayer, 
Lord  !  I  would  converse  with  Thee  : 


140  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS. 

Oh,  behold  me  from  above, 
Fill  me  with  a  Savior's  love. 


2  For  the  blessings  of  this  day, 
For  the  mercies  of  this  hour, 

For  the  gospel's  cheering  ray, 

For  the  Spirit's  quick'ning  power* 

Grateful  notes  to  Thee  I  raise  ; 

Oh,  accept  my  song  of  praise. 

175.  Prayer  at  Twilight.  C.  M. 

1  I  LOVE  to  steal  awhile  away, 

From  every  cumbering  care  ; 
And  spend  Ihe  hours  of  selting  day, 
In  humble,  grateful  prayer. 

2  I  love,  in  solitude,  to  shed 

The  penitential  tear; 
And  all  his  promises  to  plead, 
When  none  but  God  is  near. 

3  1  Jove  to  think  on  mercies  past, 

And  future  good  implore; 
My  cares  ;>nd  sorrows  all  to  cast, 
On  Him  whom  I  adore. 


EVENING.  141 

4  Lord  !  when  life's  toilsome  day  is  o'er, 
May  its  departing  ray, 
Be  calm  as  this  impressive  hour, 
And  lead  to  endless  day. 

176.  Protection  Sought.  8s.  &  7s.  Peculiar. 

1  Through  the  day  thy  love  has  spared  us, 

Now  we  lay  us  down  to  rest; 
Through  the  silent  watchesguard  us, 

Let  no  foe  our  peace  molest ; 
Jesus,  Thou  our  guardian  be  ; 
Sweet  it  is  to  trust  in  Thee. 

2  Pilgrims  here  on  earth  and  strangers, 

'  Dwelling  in  the  midst  of  foes, — 
Us  and  ours  preserve  from  dangers, 

In  thine  arms  let  us  repose  ; 
And,  when  life's  short  day  is  past, 
Rest  with  Thee  in  heaven,  at  last. 


177.         An  Evening  M  mortal.         C.  M. 

I  THUS  far  the  Lord  hath  led  me  on, 

Thus  far  his  power  prolongs  my  days; 
And  every    evening  shall  make  known, 
Some  fresh  memorial  of 'his  grace. 


142  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS. 

2  Much  of  my  time  has  run  to  waste, 

And  [,  perhaps  am  near  my  home  ; 
But  He  forgives  my  follies  past, 

And  gives  me  strength  for  days  to  come. 

3  I  lay  my  body  down  to  sleep, — 

Peace  is  the  pillow  for  my  head; 
While  well  appointed  angels  keep 
Their  watchful  station  round  my  bed. 

4  Thus  when  the  night  of  death  shall  come, 

My  flesh  shall  rest  beneath  the  ground, 
And  wait  thy  voice  to  rend  my  tomb, 
With  sweet  salvation  in  the  sound. 


178.  Chrufs  presence  a  Safeguard.  8s.  &7s. 

1  SAVIOR, !  breathe  an  evening  blessing, 

Ere  repose  our  spirits  seal ; 
All  our  warns  we  come  confessing ; 
Thou  can'st  save,  and  thou  canst  heal. 

2  Though  the  night  be  dark  and  dreary, 

Darkness  cannot  hide  from  Thee; 
Thou  art  He,  who,  never  weary, 
Watcjiest  where  thy  people  be. 


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Though  destruction  walk  around  us, 
Though  the  arrows  past  us  fly, 

Angel-guards  from  Thee  surround  us, 
We  are  safe,  lor  Thou  art  nigh. 


179.'     Night  a  Type  of  Death.        S.  M.. 

1  THE  day  is  past  and  gone  ; 

The  evening  shades  appear  ; 
0,  may  we  all  remember  well 
The  night  of  death  draws  near. 

2  We  lay  our  garments  by 

Upon  our  beds  to  rest  ; 
So  death  will  soon  disrobe  us  all, 
Of  what  we  here  possess. 

3  Lord,  keep  us  safe  this  night, 

Secure  from  all  our  fears  ; 
May  angels  guard  us  while  we  sleep, 
Till  morning  light  appears. 

4  And  when  our  days  are  past, 

And  we  Jrom  time  remove, 
0,  may  we  in  thy  bosom  rest, — 
The  bosom  of  thy  love. 


144  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS. 

180.     Morning  or  Evening  Song.        L.  M. 

1  MY  God  !  how  endless  is  thy  love ! 

Thy  gifts  are  every  evening  new ; 
And  morning  mercies  from  above, 
Gently  distil  like  early  dew. 

2  Thou  spread's!  the  curtains  of  the  night, 

Great  Guardian  of  my  sleeping  hours! 
Thy  sovereign  word  restores  the  light, 
Andquickens  all  my  drowsy  powers. 

3  I  yield  my  powers  to  thy  command  ; 

To  Thee  I  consecrate  my  days  ; 
Perpetual  blessings  from  thy  hand, 
Demand  perpetual  songs  of  praise. 


MISSIONARY. 

181.  The  Heathen  World.     7s.  &  6s. 

1  FROM  Greenland's  icy  mountains, 
From  India's  coral  strand, 
Where  Alric's  sunny  fountains 
Roll  down  their  golden  sand  ; 


THB  HEATHEN.  145 

From  many  an  ancient  river, 

From  many  a  palmy  plain, 
They  call  us  to  deliver 

Their  land  from  error's  chain. 

2  What  though  the  spicy  breezes, 

Blow  soft  o'er  Ceylon's  isle, 
Though  every  prospect  pleases, 

And  only  man  is  vile  ! — 
In  vain  with  lavish  kindness 

The  gifts  of  God  are  strown ; 
The  heathen  in  his  blindness, 

Bows  down  to  wood  and  stone. 

3  Shall  we,  whose  souls  are  lighted 

With  wisdom  from  on  high, — 
Shall  we,  to  men  benighted, 

The  lamp  of  life  deny  1 
Salvation  !  0  Salvation ! 

The  joyful  sound  proclaim, 
Till  earth's  remotest  nation 

Has  learned  Messiah's  name. 

{  Waft — waft,  ye  winds!  his  story, 
And  you,  ye  waters  1  roll, 
Till,  like  a  sea  of  glory, 

It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole  ; 
Tilli  o'er  our  ransomed  nature, 
I 


146  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS. 

The  lamb  for  sinners  slain, 
Redeemer,  King,  Creator, 
In  bliss  returns  to  reign. 

182.  The  Heathen's  Cry  for  Help.  8s.  &  7s. 

1  HARK  !  what  mean  those  lamentations, 

Rolling  sadly  through  the  sky  1 
'T  is  the  cry  of  heathen  nations, 
"  Come  and  help  us  or  we  die !" 

2  Hear  the  heathen's  sad  complaing, 

Christians  !  hear  their  dying  cry ; 

And,  the  love  of  Christ  constraining, 

Haste  to  help  them  ere  they  die. 

183.  The  Heathen's  Dying  Prayer.  7s.  &  5s. 

Air — "  Bruce's  Address." 

1  HARK  !  what  cry  arrests  my  ear  7 
Hark !  what  accents  of  despair  ! 
'Tis  the  heathen's  dying  prayer  ! 

Friends  of  Jesus  !  hear  : 
"  Men  of  God  !  to  you  we  cry, 
Rests  on  you  our  tearful  eye, 


THE  HEATHEN.  147 

Help  us,  Christians,  or  we  die, — 
Die  in  dark  despair  !" 

2  Haste,  O  Christians  I'haste  to  save, 
O'er  the  land  and  o'er  the  wave, 
Dangers,  death,  and  distance  brave, — 

Hark  !  for  help  they  call : 
Afric  bends  her  suppliant,  knee, 
Asia  spreads  her  hands  to  thee, 
Hark  !  they  urge  the  heaven-born  plea — 

"Jesus  died  for  all." 

3  Haste  then,  spread  the  Savior's  name, 
Snatch  the  fire-brands  from  the  flame, 
Deck  his  glorious  diadem 

With  their  ransomed  souls : 
See  !  the  pagan  altars  fall, 
See  !  the  Savior  reigns  o'er  all ; 
"  Crown  Him  !  crown  him  !  Lord  of  all  !•' 

Echoes  round  the  poles. 

184.     Prayer  for  a  World  in  Sin.     L.  M. 

I  JESUS !  we  bow  before  thy  throne, 
We  lift  our  eyes  to  seek  thy  face ; 
To  bleeding  hearts  thy  love  make  knowr^ 
On  contrite  souls  bestow  thy  grace. 


148  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS. 

2  See,  spread  beneath  thy  gracious  eye, 

Aworldo'erwhelmed  in  guilt  and  tears, 
Where  deathless  souls  in  ruin  lie, 

And  no  kind  voice  dispels  their  fears, 

3  Lord  !  arm  thy  truth  with  power  divine, 

Its  conquest  s  spread  from  shore  to  shore 
Till  suns  and  stars  forget  to  shine, 
And  earth  and  skies  shall  be  no  more. 


185.  A  Blessing  on  Christian  Effort.  C.  M> 

1  SALVATfON  !  let  the  tidings  roll 

The  spacious  earth  around, 
Till  every  tribe  and  every  soul 
Shall  hear  the  joyful  sound. 

2  Then  shall  the  scattered  wanderers  meet 

That  now  in  darkness  rove, 
And  gathered  round  Immanuel's  feet, 
Sing  of  his  saving  love  ! 

3  0  Lord,  each  faithful  effort  own, 

To  spread  the  gospel's  rays ; 
And  rear,  on  sin's  demolished  throne, 
The  temples  of  thy  praise. 


THE  HEATHEN.  149 

186.  The  Cross  elevated.  7s* 

1  GO — ye  messengers  of  God  ! 

Like  the  beams  of  morning  fly, 
Take  the  wonder-working  rod, 
Wave  the  banner-cross  on  high. 

2  Go  to  many  a  tropic  isle, 

In  the  bosom  of  the  deep, 
Where  the  skies  forever  smile, 
And  th'  oppressed  forever  weep. 

3  O'er  the  negro's  night  of  care, 

Pour  the  living  light  of  heaven, 
Chase  away  the  fiend  despair, 
Bid  him  hope  to  be  forgiven. 

4  Where  the  golden  gates  of  day, 

Open  on  the  palmy  east, 
Wide  the  bleeding  cross  display, — 
Spread  the  gospel's  richest  feast. 

5  Circumnavigate  the  ball, 

Visit  every  soil  and  sea; 
Preach  the  cross  of  Christ  to  all, — 
Christ,  whose  love  is  full  and  free. 


150  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HTMNS. 

187.  Paradise  and  Peace  restored.     CM, 

1  LORD  !  send  thy  word,  and  let  it  fly, 

Armed  with  thy  Spirit's  power  : 
Ten  thousands  shall  confess  its  sway, 
And  bless  the  saving  hour. 

2  Beneath  the  influence  of  thy  grace, 

The  barren  wastes  shall  rise, 
With  sudden  green  and  fruits  arrayed, 
A  blooming  paradise. 

3  Peace,  with  her  olive-crown,  shall  stretch 

Her  wings  from  shore  to  shore, 
The  nations  of  the  earth  shall  hear 
The  sound  of  war  no  more. 

4  Amen  ! — on  earth  in  sweet  accord. 

Let  thousands  lift  the  cry  ; — 
Amen! — in  heaven,  with  joy  divine, 
Let  countless  choirs  reply. 

188.  The  Day  Spring.     8s.  7s.  &  4s. 

1  CHRISTIAN !  see  the  orient  morning 
Breaks  along  the  heathen  sky  ; 


THE  HEATHEN.  151 

Lo!  th'  expected  day  is  dawning — 
Glorious  day-spring  from  on  high  ! 
Halleluiah!— 
Hail  the  day-spring  from  on  high  ! 

2  Lord  of  every  tribe  and  nation  ! 

Spread  thy  truth  from  pole  to  pole  ; 
Spread  the  light  of  thy  salvation, 
Till  it  shine  on  every  soul : 
Halleluiah  !— 
Hail  the  day-spring  from  on  high  ! 

189.        The  Morning  Ushered.     7s.&6s. 

1  THE  morning  light  is  breaking, 

The  darkness  disappears, 
The  sons  of  earth  are  waking, 

To  penitential  tears ; 
Each  breeze  that  sweeps  the  ocean, 

Brings  tidings  from  afar, 
Of  nations  in  commotion, 

Prepared  for  Zion's  war. 

2  See  heathen  nations  bending, 

Before  the  God  we  love  ; 
And  thousand  hearts  ascending, 
In  gratitude  above : 


152  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS. 

While  sinners  now  confessing, 

The  gospel  call  obey, 
And  seek  the  Savior's  blessing, 

A  nation  in  a  day. 

3  Blesl  river  of  salvation, 

Pursue  thy  onward  way, 
Flow  thou  to  every  nation, 

Nor  in  thy  richness  stay  ; 
Stay  not,  till  all  the  lowly 

Triumphant  reach  their  home  ; 
Stay  not,  till  all  the  holy 

Proclaim  the  Lord  has  come. 

190.  Zion's  Triumph.      8s.  7s.  &  4&, 

1  ON  the  mountain's  top  appearing, 

Lo  !  the  sacred  herald  stands ; 
Welcome  news  to  Zion  bearing, — 
Zion  long  in  hostile  lands  : 

Mourning  captive  ! 
God  Himself  will  loose  thy  bands. 

2  Has  thy  night  been  long  and  mournful  1 

Have  thy  friends  unfaithful  proved? 
Have  thy  foes  been  proud  and  scornful— 
By  thy  sighs  and  tears  unmoved1? 

Cease  thy  mourning  ; — 
Zion  still  is  well  beloved. 


MARINERS.  153 

3  God,  thy  God,  will  now  restore  thee, 

He  Himself  appears  thy  friend  ; 
All  thy  foes  shall  liee  before  thee, 
Here  their  boasts  and  triumphs  end ; 

Great  deliverance, 
Zion's  King  will  quickly  send. 

4  Peace  and  joy  shall  now  attend  thee, 

All  thy  warfare  now  is  past ; 
God,  thy  Savior,  shall  defend  thee  ; 
Peace  and  joy  are  come  at  last; 

All  thy  conflicts 
End  in  everlasting  rest. 

191.      Christ  the  Sailor's  Star.     Peculiar. 

1  STAR  of  peace  to  wanderers  weary  ! 

Bright  the  beams  that  smile  on  me ; — 
Cheer  the  pilot's  vision  dreary. 

Far,  far  at  sea  : 
Cheer  the  pilot's  vision  dreary, 

Far,  far  at  sea. 

2  Star  of  hope !  gleam  on  the  billow, — 

Bless  the  soul  that  sighs  for  thee, — 
Bless  the  sailor's  lonely  pillow, 

Far,  far  at  sea. 
Bless  the  sailor's  lonely  pillow. 

Far,  far  at  sea. 


154  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMN'S. 

3  Star  of  faith !  when  winds  are  mocking 

All  his  toil,  he  flies  to  thee, — 
Save  him,  on  the  billows  rocking, 

Far,  far  at  sea  : 
Save  him,  on  the  billows  rocking, 

Far,  far  at  sea. 

4  Star  divine  t  0  safely  guide  him — 

Bring  the  wanderer  home  to  thee ; 
Sore  temptations  long  have  tried  him, 

Far,  far  at  sea: 
Sore  temptations  long  have  tried  him,. 
Far,  far  at  sea. 

192.     Christ  the  Sailor's  Watch.  8s.  &  4s. 

1  TOSSED  upon  life's  raging  billow, 

Sweet  it  is,  0  Lord  !  to  know, 
Thou  didst  press  a  sailor's  pillow, 

And  canst  feel  a  sailor's  woe  ; 
Never  slumbering,  never  sleeping, 

Though  the  night  be  dark  and  drear, 
Thou  the  faithful  watch  art  keeping, 

"All,  all's  well,"  thy  constant  cheer 

2  What  though  loud  the  wind  is  howling-, 
Fiercely  flash  the  lightnings  red. 


MARINERS.  155 

And  the  storm-clouds  darkly  scowling 
O'er  the  sailor's  anxious  head  ; — 

Thou  canst  calm  the  raging  ocean, 
Ail  its  noise  and  tumult  still, 

Hush  the  tern  pest's  wild  commotion, 
At  the  bidding  of  thy  will. 

3  Thus  my  heart  the  hope  will  cherish, 

While  to  thee  I  lift  mine  eye — 
Thou  wilt  save  me  ere  I  perish, 

Thou  wilt  hear  the  sailor's  cry: 
And  though  mast  and  sail  be  riven, 

Life's  short  voyage  will  soon  be  o'er, 
Safely  moored  in  heaven's  wide  haven, 

Storm  and  wave  shall  vex  no  more. 


193.         Christ  the  Sailor's  Pilot         lis. 

&  WHEN  rocks  and  when  shallows  beset 

us  around, 
When  sands  are  deceitful  and  treach'rous 

the  ground. 
When  waves  rise  and  threaten  the  ship 

to  o'erwhelm, — 
We  trust  to  the  pilot   who   governs  the 

helm. 


156  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS. 

2  When  dangers  and  death  range  abroad 

in  our  sight, 
We  obey  the  command,  and  it  guides  us 

aright ; 
Though  we  know  not  the  reason  of  all 

that  we  see, 
We  trust  our  commander  knows  better 

than  we. 


3  And  shall  we,  in  seasons  of  danger,  thus 

trust 
The  power  and  the  aid  of  a  man  who  is 

dust, — 
And  when  we  are  called  in  our  God  to 

confide, 
Doubt  either  his  wisdom  or  goodness  to 

guide? 

4  Forbid  it ! — Oh,   never,  wherever   we 

be, 

May  we  feel,  Lord!  or  act,  as  mistrust- 
ful of  thee ! 

Thou  knowest,  thou  seest,  thou  guidest 
aright, 

And  the  path,  that's  now  dark,  will  here- 
after be  bright. 


BONDMEN.  157 

194.  Pleading  for  the  Slave.         L.  M. 

1  0  LORD  !  whose  forming  hand  one  blood 

To  all  the  tribes  and  nations  gave, 
And  giv'st  to  all  their  daily  food, — 
Look  down  in  pity  on  the  slave ! 

2  Fetters  and  chains  and  stripes  remove, 

Deliv'rance  to  the  captive  give, 
And  pour  the  tide  of  light  and  love 
Upon  their  souls  and  bid  them  live. 

3  O  kindle  in  our  hearts  a  flame 

Of  holy  zeal  thy  will  to  do: 
And  bid  each  one,  who  loves  thy  name, 
Love  all  his  bleeding  brethren  too. 

195.  Sympathy  for  the  Slave.  8s.  7s.  &  4s. 

1  HARK  !  I  hear  a  sound  of  anguish, 

In  my  own,  my  native  land  : 
Brethren,  doomed  in  chains  to  languish, 
Lift  to  heaven  the  suppliant  hand, — 

And  despairing. 
Dealh  the  end  of  woe,  demand. 

2  Lot  us  raise  our  supplication 

For  the  wretched  suffering  slave, 


158  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HY  MNS. 

All  whose  life  is  desolation*, 
All  whose  hope  is  in  the  grave ; 
God  of  mercy  ! 
From  thy  throne,  O  hear  and  save. 

3  Those  in  bonds  we  would  remember 
As  if  we  with  them  were  bound  ; 
For  each  crushed,  each  suffering  member 
Let  our  sympathies  abound, 
Till  our  labors 
Spread  the  smiles  of  freedom  round. 

190.      Comfort  to  the  Slave.     8s.  7s.  &  4s. 

1  HARK  !  a  voice  from  heaven  proclaiming 

Comfort  to  the  mourning  slave; 
God  has  heard  him  long  complaining, 

And  extends  his  arm  to  save  ; 
Proud  oppression, 
Soon  shall  find  its  destined  grove  i 

2  See  the  light  of  truth  is  breaking 

Full  and  clear  on» every  hand  ; 
And  the  voice  "of  mercy  speaking, 

Now  is  heard  through  all  the  land; 
Firm  and  fearless, 
See  the  friends  of  freedom  stand. 


BONDMEN.  K>9> 

%  Lo  !  the  nation  is  arousing 

From  its  slumbering  long  and  deep; 
And  the  friends  of  God  are  waking, 
Never,  never  more  to  sleep, 
While  a  bondman, 
In  his  chains  remains  to  weep. 

197.  To  the  Rescue.  7s.  &  6s, 

1  OUR  countrymen  are  dying 

Beneath  their  cankering  chains; 
Full  many  a  heart  is  sighing, 

Where  nought  but  slavery  reigns;— 
No  note  of  joy  and  gladness, 

Attuned  to  freedom's  lay, 
E'er  greets  them  in  their  sadness, 

To  chase  their  tears  away. 

2  And  shall  we,  blest  with  freedom, 

And  all  the  heart  holds  dear, — 
Shall  we  pass  by  unheeding, 

And  drop  no  friendly  tear  1 
Shall  we,  when  hearts  are  breaking:. 

And  thousands  weep  in  woe, 
Shall  we,  all  listless  waiting, 

No  sign  of  pity  show  1 

3  No  !  let  the  shout  for  freedom 

Ring  out  a  certain  peal ;— 


160  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS. 

Haste,  haste  ye  to  the  rescue, 
All  who  have  hearts  to  feel ; — 

Go  forth  !— and  with  the  blessing 
Of  Him  who  came  to  save, 

A  holy,  peaceful  triumph, 
Shall  greet  the  kneeling  slave. 

198.  Break  every  Yoke.  C.  M. 

1  BREAK  every  yoke,  the  gospel  cries, 

And  let  th'  oppressed  go  free ; 
Let  every  captive  taste  the  joys 
Of  peace  and  liberty. 

2  Lord !  when  shall  man  thy  voice  obey, 

And  rend  each  iron  chain  1 
Oh,  when  shall  love  its  golden  sway, 
O'er  all  the  earth  maintain  1 

3  Send  thy  good  Spirit  from  above, 

And  let  th'  oppressed  go  free  ; 
Send  sweet  deliv'rance  to  the  slave, 
And  peace  and  liberty. 

4  With  freedom's  blessings  crown  his  day, 

O'erflow  his  heart  with  love  ; 
Teach  him  that  straight  and  narrow  way, 
W  hicn  leads  to  rest  above. 


BONDMEN.  161 

199.  Shall  we  be  Slaves  ?        6s.  &  4s, 

1  SONS  of  the  noble  sires, 

Who  braved  proud  ocean's  waves. 
For  freedom's  sake ; 
Say — will  ye  quench  those  fires, 
Their  faith  and  love  inspires  ; 
And,  standing  on  their  graves, 
Their  paths  forsake  1 

2  Shall  freedom  find  a  grave, 

On  this  blood-ransomed  soil  ? 
Must  we  be  slaves  ? 
Our  fleeting  lives  to  save, 
Must  we  no  mercy  crave, 
But  with  the  bondman  toil, 
Branded  as  knaves  ] 

3  Shall  despots  here  bear  sway — - 

The  sceptre  here  display, 
Our  lips  to  close  1 
Say,  brethren  !  freeman,  say, — 
Will  ye  these  lords  obey, 

And  ask  them,  when  you  may 
The  truth  disclose  ? 

4  No — no!  we  answer,  no! 

The  truth  we'll  fearless  show, 


162  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.   HYMNS. 

While  breath  remains ; 
Did  not  our  Savior  so  ? 
Would  He  the  truth  forego, 
Or  shrink  when  bade  the  foe, 

T'  escape  from  pains  ? 

5  While  then  a  slave  is  found, 

While  man  by  man  is  bound, 
'    '        We'll  speak  and  pray; 

We'll  wear  the  bondman's  chains, 
We'll  bear  the  bondman's  pains, 
We'll  hear  when  he  complains, 
We'll  do  and  say.  * 

200.  The  dying  Slave.  lis. 

Tune—*'  Thou  art  gone,"  &c. 

1  AH  !  heard  ye  that  cry  ;  'Twas  the  wail 
of  a  slave, 

As  he  sank  in  despair  to  the  rest  of  the 
grave ; 

Behold  him  where  bleeding  and  pros- 
trate he  lies — 

Unfriended  he  lived,  and  unpitied  he 
dies  ! 

2  The   while   man    oppressed   him the 

white  man  for  gold, 


BONDMEN.  163 

Made  him  toil  amidst  tortures  that  can 

not  be  told : 
He  robbed  him  and  spoiled  him  of  all 

that  was  dear, 
And  made  him  the  prey  of  affliction  and 

fear. 

3  Arouse  ye,  arouse  ye  ;   ye  generous  and 

brave  ! 
Plead  the  rights  of  the  poor — plead  the 

cause  of  the  slave  ; 
JNor  cease  your  exertions,  till   broken 

shall  be 
The  fetters  that  bind  him,  and  the  slave 

shall  be  free. 


201 .       The  Bondman.     6s.  &  4s.  Pecul'r . 
Air — "  Troubadour." 

1  FEEBLY  the  bondman  toiled, 

Sadly  he  wept — 
Then  to  his  wretched  cot 

Mournfully  crept ; 
How  doth  his  freeborn  soul 

Pine  'neath  his  chain  ! 
Slavery  !  Slavery ! 

Dark  is  thy  reign. 


164  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS. 

2  Long  ere  the  break  of  day, 

Roused  from  repose — 
Wearily  toiling 

Till  after  its  close ; 
Fraying  for  freedom, 

He  spends  his  last  breath  ; 
Liberty  !  Liberty 

Give  me,  or  death. 

3  E'en  now  the  morning 

Gleams  from  the  east — 
Despots  are  feeling 

Their  triumph  is  past ; 
Strong  hearts  are  answering 

To  Freedom's  loud  call; — 
Liberty!  Liberty  ! 

Full  and  tor  all. 

202.        '       The  SI:   e  Mother.  lis. 

Air — "Araby's  Daughter." 

1  I  PITY  the  slave-m  ^ther,  care-worn  and 
weary, 
Who  sighs  as  she  presses  her  babe  to 
.    her  breast; 
I  lament  her  sad  fate,  so  hopeless  and 
dreary, 


EONDMEN.  165 

I  lament  for  her  woes  and  her  wrong's 
unredressed ; 
0,  who  can  imagine  her  heart's  deep 
emotion, 
As  she  thinks  of  her  children,  about 
to  be  sold  ! 
You  may  picture  the  bounds  of  the  rock- 
girdled  ocean, 
But  the  grief  of  that  mother  can  never 
be  told. 

2  The  mildew  of  slavery  lias  blighted  each 
blossom, 
That  ever  has  bloomed  in  her  pathway 
below ; 
It  has  frozen  each  fountain  that  gushed 
in  her  bosom, 
And  chilled  her  heart's  verdure  with 
pitiless  woe; 
Her  parents,  her  kindred,  ail  crushed 
by  oppression  ! 
Her  husband  still  doomed  in  its  desert 
to  stay  ! 

No  arm  to  protect  from  the  tyrant's  ag- 
gression, 
khe  must  weep  as  she  treads  on  her 
desolate  way. 


166  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS. 

3  0,  slave-mother,  hope  !  see  the  nation  is 
shaking, 
The  arm  of  the  Lord  is  awake  to  thy 
wrong ! 
The  slave-holder's  heart  now  with  terror 
is  quaking : 
Salvation  and  mercy  to  heaven  belong ! 
Rejoice!  0,  rejoice!  for  the  child  thou 
art  rearing,  [form, 

May  one  day  lift  up  its  unmanacled 
While  hope  to  thy  heart,  like  the  rain- 
bow so  cheering, 
Is  born,  like  the  rainbow,  'mid  tempest 
and  storm. 

203.  The  Slave  Child.  L.  M. 

Air — "Bonnie  Doon." 

1  0,  PITY  the  poor  little  slave,. 

Who  labors  hard  through  all  the  day, 

And  has  no  one, 

When  day  is  done, 
To  teach  his  youthful  heart  to  pray: 
No  words  of  love — no  fond  embrace — 
No  smiles  from  parents  kind  and  dear  ; 

No  tears  are  shed 

Around  his  bed, 
When  fevers  ra^e  and  death  is  near. 


EONDMEN.  167 

2  None  fee]  for  him  when  heavy  chains 
Are  fastened  to  his  tender  limb; 

No  pitying  eyes, 

No  sympathies, 
No  prayers  are  raised  to  heaven  for  him. 
Yes,  I  will  pity  the  poor  slave, 
And  pray  that  he  may  soon  be  free — 

That  he  at  last, 

When  days  are  past, 
In  heaven  may  have  his  liberty. 

204.  The  Little  Blind  Boy.  lis, 

Air— "Sweet  Afton." 

1  COME  back  to  me,  mother,  why  linger 

away 
From  thy  poor  little  blind  boy,  the  long 

weary  day  1 
I  mark  every  foot-step,  I  list  to  each  tone, 
And  wonder  my  mother  should  leave  me 

alone ! 
There  are  voices  of  sorrow  and  voices  of 

glee, 
But  there's  no  one  to  joy  or  to  sorrow 

with  me ; 
For  each  hath  of  pleasure  and  trouble 

his  share, 


168  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS. 

And  none  for  the  poor  little  blind  boy 
will  care. 

2  My  mother !  come  back  to  me — close  to 

thy  breast 
Once  more  let  thy  poor  little  blind  one 

be  pressed ; 
Once  more  let  me  feel  thy  warm  breath 

on  my  cheek, 
And  hear  thee  in  accents  of  tenderness 

speak  ! 
0,  mother  !  I've  no  one  to  love  me — no 

heart 
Can  bear  like  thine  own  in  my  sorrows 

a  pnrt : 
No  hand  is  so  gentle,  no  voice  is  so 

kind ; 
0  !    none  like  a  mother  can  cherish  the 

blind ! 

3  Poor  blind  one !  no  mother  thy  wailing 

can  hear, 
Nb   mother  can   hasten  to  banish  thy 

fear; 
For   the   slave-owner  drives   her,   o'er 

mountain  and  wild, 
And  for  one  paltry  dollar  hath  sold  thee* 

poor  child ! 


BONDMEN.  169 

The  curse  oi   the  broken  in  spirit  shall 

fall 
On  the  wretch  who  hath  mingled  this 

worm-wood  and  gall  ; 
And  his  gain  like  a  mildew  shall  blight 

and  destroy, 
Who  hath  torn  from  his  mother  the  little 

blind  boy. 

205.      "  Remember  those  in  Bonds."       7s. 

Tune — "  Martyn." 

1  CHRISTIAN  mother,  when  thy  prayer 
Trembles  on  the  twilight  air, 
And  thou  askest  God  to  keep — 
In  their  waking  and  their  sleep, 
Those  whose  love  is  more  to  thee 
Than  the  wealth  of  land  or  sea — . 
Think  of  those  who  wildly  mourn, 
For  the  loved  ones  from  them  torn. 

"2  Christian  daughter,  sister,  wife — 
Ye  who  wear  a  guarded  life  ! 
Ye,  whose  bliss  hangs  not,  thank  God  ! 
On  a  tyrant's  word,  or  nod  ! 
Will  ye  hear  with  careless  eye, 

J  * 


170  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS, 

Of  the  wild  despairing  cry, 
Rising  up  from  human  hearts, 
As  their  latest  bliss  departs  1 

•i  Blest  ones  !  whom  no  hand  on  earth 
Dare  to  wrench  from  home  and  hearth, 
Ye,  whose  hearts  are  sheltered  well, 
By  affection's  holy  spell — 
0,  forget  not  those,  for  whom 
Life  is  naught  but  changeless  gloom  ; 
O'er  whose  days,  so  wo-begone, 
Hope  may  paint  no  brighter  dawn  ! 


SPECIAL  OCCASION 


206.  Communion  Day.  7s.  6i. 

1  BREAD  of  heaven  !  on  Thee  I  feed, 
For  thy  flesh  is  meat  indeed  ; 
Ever  may  my  soul  be  fed 
With  the  true  and  living  bread  ; 
Day  by  day,  with  strength  supplied, 
Through  the  life  of  him  that  died. 


SPECIAL  OCCASION  S.  171 

2  Vine  of  heaven !  thy  blood  supplies 
This  blest  cup  of  sacrifice; 
'Tis  thy  wounds,  my  healing  give; 
To  thy  cross  I  look  and  live ; 
Thou,  my  life  !  0,  let  me  be 
Rooted,  grafted,  built  on  Thee. 

207.       Sacramental  Reflections.      7s.  &  6s, 

1  0,  SACRED  Head,  once  wounded— 

With  grief  and  pain  weighed  down  ! 
How  scornfully  surrounded, 

With  thorns  thy  only  crown; 
0,  sacred  Head,  what  glory, 

What  bliss  till  now  was  thine  ! 
Yet,  though  despised  and  gory* 

I  joy  to  call  Thee  mine. 

2  How  art  Thou  pale  with  anguish, 

With  sore  abuse  and  scorn  ! 
How  does  thy  visage  languish, 

Which  once  was  bright  as  morn  ! 
Thy  grief  and  thy  compassion, 

Were  all  for  sinners'  gain; 
Mine,  mine  was  the  transgression, 

But  thine  the  deadly  pain. 


172  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS. 

3  What  language  shall  I  borrow, 

To  praise  Thee,  heavenly  Friend  ! 
For  this,  thy  dying  sorrow, 

Tny  pity  without  end) 
Lord!  make  me. thine  forever  ! 

Nor  let  me  faithless  prove  : 
0,  let  me  never,  never, 

Abuse  such  dying  love. 

208.  Sickness.  C.  ft 

1  WHEN  languor  and  disease  invade 

This  trembling  house  of  clay, 
'Tis  sweet  to  look  beyond  this  life, 
And  long  to  soar  away. 

2  Sweet  to  look  inward,  and  attend 

The  whispers  of  his  love  ; 
Sweet  to  look  upward  to  the  throne, 
Where  Jesus  pleads  above. 

3  Sweet  on  his  faithfulness  to  rest, 

Which  saves  from  second  death; 
Sweet  to  experience  day  by  day, 
His  Spirit's  quickening  breath. 

4  0,  sweet  indeed  !  to  rest  in  hope, 

That  when  my  change  shall  come, 
Angels  will  hover  round  my  bed, 
And  waft  my  spirit  home  . 


SPECIAL  OCCASIONS.  173 

"209.  Death  Peaceful  L.  M. 

1  GENTLY,  my  Savior!  let  me  down, 

To  slumber  in  the  arms  of  death ; 
I  rest  my  soul  on  Thee  alone, 
E'en  till  my  last  expiring  breath. 

2  Jesus  can  make  a  dying  bed 

Feel  soft  as  downy  pillows  are, 
While  on  his  breast  I  loan  my  head, 
And  breathe  my  life  out  sweetly  there. 

210.  Death  Triumphant  Pecul'r. 

1  WHAT'S  this  that   steals— that  steals 

upon  my  frame  1 
Is  it  death  ? 
That  soon  will  quench— -will  quench  this 
vital  flame  1 
Is  it  death  ? 
If  this  be  death,  3  soon  shall  be 
From  every  pain  and  sorrow  free: 
I  shall  the  king  of  glory  see  — 
All  is  well 

2  Weep   not,  my  friends!  —  my  friends, 

weep  not  for  me — 

A 11  is  well .' 


174  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS. 

My  sins  are  pardoned — pardoned — I  am 
All  is  well  I  [free. 

There's  not  a  cloud  that  doth  arise, 
To  hide  my  Savior  from  my  eyes ; 
I  soon  shall  mount  the  upper  skies — 
All  is  well  ! 

3  Tune,  tune  your  harps — your  harps,  ye 

saints  in  glory  ! 
All  is  xvell ! 
I  will  rehearse — rehearse  the  pleasing 
All  is  well !  [story, 

Bright  angels  from  glory  come, 
They're  round  my  bed,  they're  in  my 

room; 
They  wait  to  waft  my  spirit  home — 
All  is  well  ! 

4  Hail!  hail!  all  hail — all  hail,  ye  blood- 

washed  throng ! — 
Saved  by  grace  ! — 
I've  come  to  join — to  join  your  rapturous 
song — 
Saved  by  grace  ! 
All,  all  is  peace  and  joy  divine- 
All  heaven  and  glory  now  are  mine ; 
O,  halleluiah  to  the  Lamb  1 
A II  is  well  I 


SPECIAL  OCCASIONS.  175 

211.         Death  a  Sweet  Repose.         L.  M. 

1  SWEET  is  the  scene  where  Christians 

Where  holy  souls  relire  to  rest;  [die, 
How  mildly  beams  the  closing  eye, 
How  gently  heaves  th'  expiring  breast! 

2  So  fades  a  summer  cloud  away, 

So  sinks  the  gale  when  storms  are  o'er  ; 
So  gently  shuts  the  eye  of  day, 
So  dies  a  wave  along  the  shore. 

3  Triumphant  smiles  the  victor's  brow, 

Fann'd  by  some  guardian-angel's  wing; 
0  grave  !  where  is  thy  vict'ry  now  1 
And  where,  O  death  !  is  now  thy  sting  ? 


212.         Mourners  Encouraged.         C.  M. 

1  WHY  do  we  mourn  departing  friends, 

Or  shake  at  death's  alarms  1 
'Tis  but  the  voice  that  Jesus  sends 
To  call  them  to  his  arms. 

2  Why  should  we  tremble  to  convey 

Their  bodies  to  the  tomb  ? 
'Twas  there  the  bleeding  Savior  lay, 
And  left  a  rich  perfume. 


176  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS. 

3  Thence  He  arose,  and  upward  borne, 
In  triumph  led  the  way; 
The  sleeping  saints  at  his  return, 
Shall  hail  the  glorious  day. 

213.  Mourners  Comforted.        8s.&7jg. 

1  CEASE,  ye  mourners  1  cease  to  languish, 

O'er  the  grave  of  those  you  love ; 
Pain,  and  death,  and  night,  and  anguish, 
Enter  not  the  world  above. 

2  While  our  silent  steps  are  straying, 

Lonely  thro'  night's  deepening  shade. 
Glory's  brightest  beams  are  playing 
Round  th'  immortal  spirit's  head. 

3  Life  and  peace  at  once  deriving, 

From  the  hand  of  God  most  high, 
In  his  glorious  presence  living, 
They  shall  never — never  die. 

214.  A  Burial  Hymn.  L.  M. 

1  UNVEIL  thy  bosom,  faithful  tomb  ! 
Take    i  is  new  treasure  to  thy  trust, 
And  give  these  sacred  relics  room 
To  slumber  in  the  silent  dust.  . 


SPECIAL  OCCASIONS.  177 

2  Nor  pain,  nor  grief,  nor  anxious  fear 

Invade  thy  bounds  ;  no  mortal  woes 
Can  reach  the  peaceful  sleeper  here, 
While  angels  watch  the  soft  repose. 

3  So  Jesus  slept; — God's  dying  Son 

Passed  through  the  grave,  and  blessed 
the  bed  ! 
Rest  here,  blest  saint,  till  from  his  throne, 
The  morning  break,  and  pierce   the 
shade. 

215.         A  Funeral  Hymn.        lis.  &  12s. 

1  THOU  art  gone   to  the  grave — but  we 

will  not  deplore  thee  ; 

Though  sorrows  and  darkness  encom- 
pass the  tomb, 
The  Savior  has  passed  through  its  portals 
before  thee, 

And  the  lamp  of  his  love  is  thy  guide 
through  the  gloom. 

2  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave — we  no  lon- 

ger behold  thee, 
Nor  tread  the  rough  paths  of  the  world 
by  thy  side  ; 


178  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS. 

But  the  wide  arms  of  Mercy. are  spread 
to  enfold  thee, 
And  sinners  miy  hope  since  the  Sinless 
has  died. 

3  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave — but  we  will 
not  deplore  thee, 
Since  God  was  thy  Eansom,  thy  Guard- 
ian, thy  Guide  ; 
He  gave  thee,  He  took  thee,  and  He  will 
restore  thee, 
And  death  has  no  sting,  since  the  Sa- 
vior hath  died. 

216.      The  Judgment  Anticipated.     C.  M. 

1  THAT  awful  day  will  surely  come — 

Th'  appointed  hour  makes  haste, 
When  I  must  stand  before  my  Judge, 
And  pass  the  solemn  test ! 

2  Thou  lovely  Chief  of  all  my  joys! 

Thou  Sovereign  of  my  heart ! 
How  could  I  bear  to  hear  thy  voice 
Pronounce  the  sound — Depart  ! 

3  Jesus,  I  throw  my  arms  around, 

And  hang  upon  thy  breast ; 


SPECIAL  OCCASIONS.  17$ 

Without  one  gracious  smile  from  Thee-, 
My  spirit  cannot  rest. 

4  0  !  tell  me  that  my  worthless  name 
Is  graven  on  thy  hands ; 
Show  me  some  promise  in  thy  book, 
Where  my  salvation  stands. 

217.        Parting  at  the  Judgment.        C.  M 

1  0,  THERE  will  be  mourning,  mourning 

mourning,  mourning — 
0,  there  will  be  mourning  at  the  judg- 
ment seat  of  Christ: 
Parents  and  children  there  will  par!. 
Parents  and  children  ihere  will  part, 
Parents  and  children  there  will  part, 
Will  part  to  meet  no  more.       # 

2  0,  there  will  be  mourning,  &c. 

Wives  and  husbands  there  will  part,&c. 

3  0,  there  will  be  mourning,  &c. 

Brothers  and  sisters  there  will  part,  &c. 

4  0,  there  will  be  mourning,  &c.  * 

Friends  and  neighbors  there  will,  &c. 

5  0,  there  will  be  mourning,  &c. 

Pastors  and  people  there  will  part,&c 


V,  i 


180  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS. 

218.  Heaven.  6s.  &4s.  PecuPr* 

1  THERE  is  a  happy  land, 

Far,  far  away, 
Where  saints  in  glory  stand, 

Bright,  bright  as  day  ! 
Oh,  how  they  sweetly  sing, 
Worthy  our  Savior  King — 
Loud  let  his  praises  ring — 

Praise,  praise  for  aye. 

2  Come  to  this  happy  land, 

Come,  come  away ; 

Why  do  ye  doubting  stand- 
Why  still  delay? 

Oh,  we  shall  happy  be, 

From  pain  and  sorrow  free  ! 

Lord,  we  shall  live  to  Thee  — 
Blest,  blest  for  aye. 

3  Bright  in  that  happy  land 

Beams  every  eye — 
Kept  by  a  Father's  hand, 

Love  can  not  die  ! 
On,  then,  to  glory  run; 
A  crown  and  kingdom  won,  , 
Then,  bright  above  the  sun, 

Reign,  reign  for  aye. 


181 


&OXOLOGIES. 


219.  Dismission.        8s.  7s.  &  4s. 

LORD!  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing; 

Fill  our  hearts  with  joy  and  peace; 
Let  us  all  thy  love  possessing, 

Triumph  in  redeeming  grace; 
Oh  !  refresh  us — 

Traveling  through  this  wilderness. 


220.      Praise  from  all  Creatures.      L.  M. 

PRAISE  God,  from  whom  all  blessings 
flow;  6 

Praise  Him,  all  creatures  here  below ! 
Praise  Him  above,  ye  heavenly' host! 
Praise  Father,  L'on,  and  Holy  Ghost. 


182  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS, 


SUPPLEMENT. 


221 


Christ's  Kingdom.  L.  M. 


1  JESUS  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun, 
Does  his  successive  journeys  run; 

His  kingdom  stretch  from  shore  to  shore. 
Till  moons  shall  wax  and  wane  no  more. 

2  For  him  shall  endless  prayer  be  made, 
And  endless  praises  crown  his  head ; 
His  name  like  sweet  perfume  shall  rise 
With  every  morning  sacrifice. 

3  People  and  realms  of  every  tongue 
Dwell  on  his  love,  with  sweetest  song; 
And  infant  voices  shall  proclaim 
Their  early  blessing  tin  his  name. 

4  Let  every  creature  rise  and  bring 
Peculiar  honors  to  our  king ; 
Angels  descend  with  songs  again, 
And  earth  repeat  the  loud  Amen. 


SUPPLEMENT.  183 

222.      Awful  End  of  the  Sinner.      L.  M. 

1  LORD  !  what  a  thoughtless  wretch  was  I, 

To  mourn  and  murmur  and  repine; 
To  see  the  wicked  placed  on  high, 
In  pride  and  robes  of  honor  shine ! 

2  But  Oh!  their  end,  their  dreadful  end— 

Thy  sanctuary  taught  me  so; 
On  slippery  rocks  I  see  them  stand, 
And  fiery  billows  roll  below. 

'3  Their  fancied  joys — how  fast  they  flee  ! 
Just  like  a  dream  when  man  awakes  ; 
Their  songs  of  softest  harmony, 
Are  but  a  prelude  to  their  pains. 

4  Now  I  esteem  their  mirth  and  wine 
Too  dear  to  purchase  with  my  blood  ; 
Lord  !  'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine, 
My  life,  my  portion,  and  my  God. 

223.       Longing  for  God's  House.      H.  M, 

1  HOW  lovely  and  how  fair, 
O  Lord  of  hosts  !  to  me 
Thy  tabernacles  are! 


184  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS. 

My  flesh  cries  out  for  Thee ! 
My  heart  and  soul,  with  heavenward  fire, 
To  Thee,  the  living  God,  aspire. 

2  Lord  God  of  hosts!  give  ear! 

A  gracious  answer  yield; 
O  God  of  Jacob  !  hear : 

Behold  !  0  God,  our  shield  ! 
Look  on  thine  own  annointed  One, 
And  save  through  thy  beloved  Son. 

224.  The  Day  of  Grace.  L.  M. 

1  WHILE  life  prolongs  its  precious  light, 

Mercy  is  found  and  peace  is  given; 
But  soon,  ah  !  soon,  approaching  night 
Shall  blot  out  every  hope  of  heaven. 

2  While  God  invites,  how  blest  the  day  ! 

How   sweet    the    gospel's    charming 
sound! 
Come,  sinners !  haste,  oh  !  haste  away, 
While  yet  a  pard'ning  God  He's  found. 

3  Soon,  borne  on  Time's  most  rapid  wing, 

Shall  death  command  you  to  the  grave, 
Before  his  bar  your  spirits  bring, 
And  none  be  found  to  hear  or  save. 


SUPPLEMENT.  185 

4  In  that  lone  land  of  deep  despair, 

No  Sabbath's  heavenly  light  shall  rise : 
JNo God I  regard  your  bitter  prayer, 

iNor  Savior  call  you  to  the  skies. 

225.  He  Rules  Over  All.  5S.  &  Qg, 

1  YE  servants  of  God  ! 

Your  Master  proclaim, 
And  publish  abroad 

His  wonderful  name; 
The  name,  all-victorious, 

Of  Jesus  extol ; 
His  kingdom  is  glorious, 

And  rules  over  all. 

2  God  ruleth  on  high, 
Almighty  to  save; 
And  still  He  is  nigh, 

His  presence  we  have. 
-L  no  great  congregation 

His  triumph  shall  sincr, 
Ascribing  salvation 
To  Jesus,  our  King. 

3  "Salvation  to  God 

Who  sils  on  the  throne'" 
Let  all  cry  aloud, 
And  honor  the  Son  : 


186  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS. 

Immanuel's  praises 
The  angels  proclaim, 

Fall  down  on  their  faces 
And  worship  the  Lamb. 

4  Then  let  us  adore 

And  give  Him  his  right ; 
All  glory  and  power, 

And  wisdom  and  might, 
All  honor  and  blessing, 

With  angels  above, 
And  thanks  never  ceasing, 

And  infinite  love. 


226.  Tfie  Hosanna  of  the  Children.  L.  M. 

1  ALMIGHTY  Ruler  of  the  skies! 

Through  the  wide  earth  thy  nnme  is 

spread, 
And  thine  eternal  glories  rise 

O'er  all  the  heavens  thy  hands  have 

made. 

2  To  Thee  the  voices  of  the  young 

A  monument  of  honor  raise  ; 
And  babes  with  uninstructed  tongue, 
Declare  the  wonders  of  thy  praise. 


SUPPLEMENT.  187 

3  Thy  power  assists  their  tender  age 

To  bring  proud  rebels  to  the  ground, 
To  still  the  bold  blasphemer's  rage, 
And  all  their  policies  confound. 

4  Children  amidst  thy  temple  throng, 

To  see  their  great  Redeemer's  face ; 
The  Son  of  David  is  their  song, 
And  young  hosannas  fill  the  place. 


227.  Rejoicing  in  God.  S.  M. 

1  MY  God!  permit  my  tongue 

This  joy,  to  call  Thee  mine, 
And  let  my  early  cries  prevail, 
To  taste  thy  love  divine. 

2  My  thirsty,  fainting  soul, 

Thy  mercy  doth  implore  ; 

Not  travelers  in  desert  lands, 

Can  pant  for  water  more. 

3  For  life,  without  thy  love, 

No  relish  can  afford; 
No  joy  can  be  compared  with  this: 
To  serve  and  please  the  Lord. 


188  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS. 

223.     Invitation  to  Sinners.     8s.  7s.  &  4s. 

1  COME,  ye  sinners,  heavy-laden, 

Lost  and  ruined  by  the  lall, 

If  you  wait  till  you  are  better, 

You  will  never  come  at  all : 

Sinners  only, 
Christ,  the  Savior,  came  to  call. 

2  Let  no  sense  of  guilt  prevent  you, 

Nor  of  fitness  fondly  dream  ; 
All  the  fitness  He  requireth 
Is  to  feel  your  need  of  Him  : 

This  He  gives  you — 
'Tis  the  Spirit's  rising  beam. 

229.       Prospect  of  the  Righteous.      L.  JYL 

1  WHAT  sinners  value  J  resign  ; 
Lord  'tis  enough  that  Thou  art  mine; 
I  shall  beheld  thy  blissful  face, 

And  stand  complete  in  righteousness. 

2  This  life's  a  dream — an  empty  show ; 
But  the  bright  world  to  which  I  go, 
Hath  joys  substantial  and  sincere: 
When  shall  I  wake  and  find  me  there? 


SUPPLEMENT. 


189 


3  Oh  !  glorious  hour  ! — oh  !  blest  abode  ! 
I  shall  be  near,  and  like  my  God; 
And  flesh  and  sin  no  more  conlrol 
The  sacred  pleasures  of  the  soul. 

4  My  flesh  shall  slumber  in  the  ground, 
Till  the  last  trumpet's  joyful  sound  : 
Then  burst  the  chains  with  sweet  sur- 
prise, 

And  in  my  Savior's  image  rise. 

230.  Love  to  the  Church.   >         S.  M. 

1  I  LOVE  thy  kingdom,  Lord  ! 

The  house  of  thine  abode, 
The  church  our  blest  Redeemer  saved, 
With  his  own  precious  blood. 

2  I  love  thy  church,  0  God  ! 

Her  walls  before  Thee  stand, 
Dear  as  the  apple  of  thine  eye, 
And  graven  on  thy  hand. 

3  If  e'er  to  bless  thy  sons 

My  voice  or  hands  deny, 
These  hands  let  useful  skill  forsake, 
This  voice  in  silence  die. 


190-  SOCIAL  AKD  S.  S.  HYJfflRK, 

4  For  her  my  tears  shall  fail, 
For  her  my  prayers  ascend  ; 
For  her  my  cares  and  toils  be  given. 
Till  toils  and  cares  shall  end. 

&  Eeyond  my  highest  joy 

I  prize  her  heavenly  ways, 
Her  sweet  communion,  solemn  vows. 
Her  hymns  of  love  and  praise. 

231.     The  Omniscience  of  God.        L.  M, 

1  LORD  !  Thou  hast  searched  and  seen  me 

through ; 
Thine  eye  commands, with  piercing  view? 
My  rising  and  my  resting  hours, 
My  heart  and  flesh  with  all  their  powers 

2  My  thoughts  before  they  are  my  own-, 
Are  to  my  God  distinctly  known ; 

He  knows  the  words  I  mean  to  speaks 
Ere  from  my  opening  lips  they  break., 

3  Within  thy  circling  power  I  stand. 
On  every  side  I  find  thy  hand ; 
Awake,  asleep,  at  home,  abroad,. 

1  am  surrounded  still  with  CkicL 


SuTPLEMENT-  iSI 

-4  Gh!  may  these  thoughts  possess  my  breast 
Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  rest; 
Nor  let  my  weaker  passions  dare 
Consent  to  sin,  for  (iod  is  there. 


232.  The  Judgment  Scene.  h.  M. 

1  THE  Lord  shall  come,  the  earth  shall 

quake., 
The  mountains  to  their  center  shake; 
And,  withering  from  the  vault  of  night, 
The  stars  shall  pale  their  feeble  light. 

2  The  Lord  shall  come,  but  not  the  same 
As  once,  in  lowliness  He  came, 

A  silent  Lamb  before  his  foes, 
A  weary  man,  and  full  of  woes. 

3  The  Lord  shall  come,  a  dreadful  form, 
Wiih  rainbow  wreath  and  robes  of  storm. 
On  cherub  wings  and  wings  of  wind, 
Appointed  Judge  of  all  mankind. 

.4  Can  this  he  He,  who  wont  to  stray, 
A  pilgrim  on  the  world's  highway; 
Oppressed    by  power,  and    mocked    by 
The  Eazarene — the  Crucified  !      [pride. 


192  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS. 

233.  Trust.  8s.  &  7s, 

1  QUIET  as  a  peaceful  river, 

Quiet  as  the  wind-hushed  seas, 
In  Jehovah  trusting  ever, 

We  are  kept  in  perfect  peace. 
We'll  not  ask  Thee  what  Thou  doest— 

Whatsoe'er  it  be,  'tis  right; 
Thou  our  Friend,  of  friends  the  truest,. 

Wilt  sustain  'mid  storm  and  night ! 

2  Deep  beneath  the  warring  ocean, 

Deep  beneath  the  howling  Hood, 
All  unmoved  in  the  commotion, 

Lie  the  promises  of  God. 
We  are  anchored  firmly  to  them, 

Though  in  tatters  hang  our  shourds, 
Calmly  we  look  up,  and  through  them, 

View  the  thunder-riven  clouds. 

3  This  our  constant  heart  consolelh, 

•  And  we  will  not  be  afraid, 
'Tis  our  heavenly  Father  ruleth, 

And  on  Him  our  souls  are  stayed.. 
Quiet  as  a  peaceful  river, 

Quiet  as  the  wind-hushed  seas, 
In  Jehovah  trusting  ever,i 

We  are  kept  in  perfect  peace  I 


SUPPLEMENT.  193 

234.  Prayer  for  Purity.  L.  M, 

1  SOFT  be  the  gently  breathing  notes, 

That  sing-  the  Savior's  dying  love; 
Soft  as  the  evening  zephyr  floats,    . 
And  soft  as  tuneful  lyres  above. 

2  Soft  as  the  morning  beams  descend, 

While  warbling  birds  exulting  soar, 
So  soft  to  our  Almighty  Friend, 
Be  every  sigh  our  bosoms  pour. 

3  Pure  as  the  sun's  enlivening  ray 

That  scatters  life  and  joy  abroad, 
Pure  as  the  lucid  orb  of  day, 

That  wide  proclaims  its  Maker,  God, 

4  Pure  as  the  breath  of  vernal  skies, 

So  pure  let  our  contrition  be, 
And  purely  may  our  sorrows  rise 
To  Him  who  bled  upon  the  tree. 

235.  Morning  Devotion.  C.  M. 

1  SOON  as  the  morning  rays  appear, 
I'll  lilt  my  eyes  above; 
My  voice  shall  reach  thy  listening  ear, 
And  supplicate  thy  love. 


194  SOCIAL  ASSD  S.  S.  HYMNS. 

'2  My  spirit  with  my  voice  shall  rise 
Before  thy  mercy  scat  ; 
There  will  I  fix  my  steadfast  eyes, 
And  worship  at  thy  feet. 

3  Thy  righteousness,  thy  strength  display, 

And  my  protection  be; 
Teach  me  to  know  that  only  way 
Which  leads  to  heaven  and  Thee. 

4  If  Thou  shalt  fill  my  cup  with  joy, 

Or  chasten  with  thy  rod, 
Thy  praise  shall  still  my  lips  employ— 
My  soul  shall  trust  in  God! 

236 .  The  Alarm.  Is.  &  6s. 

1  STOP,  poor  sinners,  stop  and  think, 

Before  you  farther  go; 
Will  you  sport  upon  the  brink 

Of  everlasting  woe  ? 
On  the  verge  of  ruin  stop — 

Now  the  iriendly  warning  take — 
Stay  your  footsteps,  ere  you  drop 

Into  the  burning  lake. 

2  Say,  have  you  lili  arm  like  God, 

That  you  his  will  oppose  % 


ScFPLEIUEX.f.  19b 

Fenv  you  not  that  iron  rod, 

With  which  He  breaks  his  foes? 

Can  you  stand  in  that  dread  day, 
Which  his  justice  shall  proclaim, 

When  the  earth  shall  melt  away 
Like  wax  before  the  flame  1 


237.  Pilgrim's  Song*  "Is,  &  6 

1  RISE,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings- 

Thy  better  portion  trace; 
Rise  from  transitory  things, 

Towards  heaven,  thy  native  place. 
Sun,  and  moon,  and  stars  decay — ' 

Time  shall  soon  this  earth  remove ; 
Rise,  my  soul,  and  haste  away 

To  seat's  prepared  above. 

B  Rivers  to  the  ocean  run, 

Nor  stay  hi  all  their  course  : 
Fires  ascending  seek  the  sun  : 

Both  speed  them  to  their  source  ; 
So  a  soul  that's  born  of  God, 

Pants  to  view  his  glorious  face  \. 
Upward  tends  to  his  abode, 

To  rest  in  his  embrace. 


196  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS. 

238.  Eternity.  L.  M. 

1  ETERNITY  is  just  at  hand  ! 

And  shall  1  waste  my  ebbing  sand  ; 
And  careless  view  departing  day, 
And  throw  my  inch  ot  time  away  1 

2  But  an  eternity  there  is 

Of  endless  wo,  or  endless  bliss ; 
And  swift  as  time  fulfills  its  round, 
We  to  eternity  are  bound. 

3  What  countless  millions  of  mankind. 
Have  left  this  fleeting  world  behind! 
They're  gone  !  but  where  1  ah,  pause  and 

see — 
Gone  to  a  long  eternity. 

239.  Christ  the  Judge.         C.  P.  M. 

1  WHEN  Thou,  my  righteous  Judge  !  shalt 
come 
To  take  thy  ransomed  people  home, 

Shall  I  among  them  stand  1 
Shall  such  a  worthless  wTorm  as  I, 
Who  sometimes  am  afraid  to  die, 
Be  found  at  thy  right  hand  1 


SUPPLEMENT. 


197 


2  Blest  Savior?  grant  it  by  thy  grace; 
Be  Thou  my  only  hiding-place, 

In  this  th'  accepted  day; 
Thy  pardoning  voice,  oh,  let  me  hear, 
To  si  ill  my  unbelieving  fear, 

Nor  let  me  fall,  I  pray. 

3  Among  thy  saints  let  me  be  found, 
Whene'er  the  archangel's  trump  shall 

sound, 

To  see  thy  smiling  face  : 
Then  filled  with  rapture  shall  I  sing, 
While  heav'n's  resounding  mansions  ring 

With  shouts  of  sovereign  grace. 


240.  Loving-Kindness.  L.  M. 

1  AWAKE,  my  soul,  to  joyful  lays, 
And  sing  thy  great  Redeemer's  praise  ; 
He  justly  claims  a  song  from  me — 
His  loving-kindness — oh,  how  free  ! 

2  He  saw  me  ruined  by  the  fall, 
Yet  loved  me  notwithstanding  all; 
He  saved  me  from  my  lost  estate ; — 
His  loving-kindness — oh,  how  great  I 


198  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS. 

3  When  trouble,  like  a  gloomy  cloud, 
Has  gathered  thick,  and  thundered  loud, 
He  near  my  soul  has  always  stood ; — 
His  loving-kindness — oh !  how  good ! 

4  Soon  shall  I  pass  the  gloomy  vale — 
Soon  all  my  mortal  powers  shall  fail ; 
Oh  !  may  my  last  expiring  breath 
His  loving-kindness  sing  in  death. 


241.        Christian  Watchfulness.        L.  M. 

1  MY  God,  accept  my  early  vows, 
Like  morning-incense  in  thy  house, 
And  let  my  nightly  worship  rise, 
Sweet  as  the  evening  sacrifice. 

2  Watch  o'er  my  lips   and   guard   them, 

Lord ! 
From  every  rash  and  heedless  word  ; 
Nor  let  my  feet  incline  to  tread 
The  guilty  path,  where  sinners  lead. 

2  Oh  !  may  the  righteous,  when  I  stray, 
Smite  and  reprove  my  wandering  way; 
Their  gentle  words,  like  ointment  shed, 
Shall  never  bruise,  but  cheer  my  head 


SUPPLEMENT.  199 

4  When  1  behold  them  pressed  with  grief, 
I'll  cry  to  heaven  for  their  relief, 
And,  by  my  warm  petitions,  prove, 
How  much  I  prize  their  faithful  love. 

242.       Communion  with  Christ.         L.  M. 

1  OH  !  that  I  could  for  ever  dwell, 

Delighted  at  the  Savior's  feet, 
Behold  the  form  1  love  so  well, 

And  all  his  tender  words  repeat: — 

2  The  world  shut  out  from  all  my  soul, 

And   heaven   brought  in  with  all  its 
bliss  : — 
Oh  !  is  there  aught  from  pole  to  pole, 
One  moment  to  compare  with  this? 

3  This  is  the  hidden  life  I  prize, — 

A  life  of  penitential  love  ; 
When  most  my  follies  I  despise, 

And  raise  my  highest  thoughts  above. 

4  When  all  I  am,  T  clearly  see, 

And  freely  own  with  deepest  shame  ; 
When  the  Redeemer's  love  to  me 
Kindles  within  a  deathless  flame. 


200  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS. 

243.     The  Voice  of  Warning,     lis.  &  5s. 

1  AH,  guilty  sinner,  ruined  by  transgres- 

sion, 
What  shall  thy  doom  be,   when  arrayed 

in  terror, 
God  shall  command  thee,  covered  with 

pollution,    • 

Up  lo  the  judgment ! 

2  Wilt   thou   escape  from  his  omniscient 

notice  ; 
Fly  to  the  caverns,  court  annihilation1? 
Vain  thy  presumption,  justice  still  shall 

triumph 

Jn  thy  destruction. 

3  Stop,  thoughtless  sinner,  stop  awhile  and 

ponder, 
Ere  death  arrest  thee,  and  the  judge,  in 

vengeance, 
Hurl  from  his  presence  thine  affrighted 

spirit, 

Swift  to  perdition. 

4  Oft  has  He  called  thee,  but  thou  vvouldst 

not  hear  Him, 
Mercies  and  judgments  have  alike  been 
slighted : 


SUPPLEMENT.  201 

Yet  He  is  gracious,  and  with  arms  un- 
folded, 

"Waits  to  embrace  thee. 

5  Come  then,  poor  sinner,  come  away  this 
moment, 
Just  as  you  are,  come,  filthy  and  polluted, 
Come  to  the  fountain  open  for  unclean- 
ness ; — 

Jesus  invites  you. 


244.   The  Final  Victory  of  Christ.  7s.&6s. 

1  WHEN  shall  the  voice  of  singing 

Flow  joyfully  along? 
When  hill  and  valley,  ringing 

With  one  triumphant  song, 
Proclaim  the  contest  ended, 

And  him,  who  once  was  slain, 
Again  to  earth  descended, 

In  righteousness  to  reign  ] 

'A  Then  from  the  crnggy  mountains, 
The  sacred  shout  shall  fly  ; 
And  shady  vales  and  ft    *.tains 
Shall  echo  the  re*  'v : 


202  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS. 

High  tower  and  lowly  dwelling 
Shall  send  the  chorus  round  ; 

All  halleluiah  swelling, 
In  one  eternal  sound. 


245.  Praise  to  the  Savior.  C.  M. 

1  OH  !  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing 

My  dear  Redeemer's  praise  ! 

The  glories  of  my  God  and  King, 

The  triumphs  of  his  grace  ! 

2  My  gracious  Master  and  my  God  ! 

Assist  me  to  proclaim, 
To  spread,  through  all  the  earth  abroad, 
The  honors  of  thy  name. 

3  Jesus — the  name  that  calms  my  fears — 

That  bids  my  sorrows  cease  ; 
'T  is  music  to  my  ravished  ear, 
'Tis  life,  and  health,  and  peace. 

4  He  breaks  the  power  of  reigning  sin, 

He  sets  the  prisoner  free  ; 
His  blood  can  make  the  foulest  clean; 
His  blood  availed  for  me. 


SUPPLEMENT.     m  203 

246.  Am  I  tlie  lord's  ?  7s . 

1  'Tis  a  point  I  long  to  know, 

Oft  it  causes  anxious  thought ; 
Do  I  love  the  Lord  or  no  1 
Am  I  his,  or  am  I  not  1 

2  Jiord,  decide  the  doubtful  case  ; 

Thou  who  art  thy  people's  sun: 
Shine  upon  the  work  of  grace, 
If  indeed  it  be  begun. 

3  Let  me  love  Thee  more  and  more, 

If  I  love  at  all,  I  pray; 
If  I  have  not  loved  before, 
Help  me  to  begin  to-day. 

247.  The  Mercy  of  God.  lis, 

1  Thy  mercy,  my  God,  is  the  theme  of  my 

song, 
The  joy  of  my  heart  and  the  boast  of  my 

tongue ; 
Free  grace  hath  alone,  from  the  first  to 

the  last, 
Secured  my  affections,  and  bound  my 

soul  fast. 


£04  |OCIA.L  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS. 

2  Thy  mercy  has  vanquished  my  obdurate 

heart, 
That  wonders  to   feel  its  own  hardness 

depart: 
Dissolved  by  thy  goodness,  I  fall  to  the 

ground, 
And  weep  to  the  praiso  of  the  mercy 

I've  found.  • 


3  The  door  of  thy  mercy  stands  open  all 
day, 
To  ihe   poor  and  the  needy  who  knock 

by  the  way, 
No  sinner  shall  ever  a  place  be  denied, 
Who  comes  seeking  mercy  through  Je- 
sus that  died. 


4  Thy  mercy  in  Jesus  exempts  me  from 

hell, 
Its  glories  I'll  sing,  and  its  wonders  I'll 

tell— 
'T  was  Jesus,  my  friend,  when  He  hung 

qti  the  tree, 
Who  opened   the  fountain  of  mercy  for 

me. 


SUPPLEMENT.  205 

248.  God's  Power.  C.  JVI. 

1  THE  Lord,  our  God,  is  full  of  might, 

The  winds  obey  his  will  ; 
He  speaks — and,  in  his  heavenly  heigh!, 
The  rolling  sun  stands  still. 

2  Rebel,  37e  waves,  and  o'er  the  land 

With  threatening  aspect  roar; 

The  Lord  uplifts  his  awful  hand, 
And  chains  you  to  the  shore. 

*3  Howl,    winds  of  night  !  your  force  com- 
bine, 
Without  his  high  behest. 
Ye  shall  not,  in  the  mountain-pine. 
Disturb  the  sparrow's  nest. 

1  His  voice  sublime  is  heard  afar, 
In  distant   peals  it  dies ; 
He  yokes  the  whirlwinds  to  his  car, 
And  sweeps  the  howling  skies. 

•5  Ye  nations  bend — in  reverence  bend  ; 
Ye  monarchs  wait  his  nod, 
And  bid  the  choral  song  ascend, 
To  celebrate  your  God. 

K 


208  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS. 

"249.  Morning  or  Evening  Worship.  C.  IvL 

1  ON  Thee,  each  morning,  0  my  God  ! 

My  waking  thoughts  attend  ; 
In  Thee  are  founded  all  my  hopes, 
In  Thee  my  wishes  end. 

2  My  soui,  in  pleasing  wonder  lost, 

Thy  boundless  love  surveys; 
And,  fired  with  grateful  zeal,  prepares 
A  sacrifice  ol  praise. 

3  When  evening  slumbers  press  my  eyes7 

With  his  protection  blest, 

In  peace  and  safety,  I  commit 

My  wearied  limbs  to  rest. 

4  My  spirit  in  his  hand,  serene, 

Fears  no  approaching  ill  ; 
For,  whether  waking  or  asleep, 
Thou,  Lord  !  art  with  me  still. 

250.         Joy  at  ImmanueVs  Birth.      L.  M. 

1  HARK!  hark  ! — the  notes  of  joy  • 
Roll  o'er  the  heavenly  plains, 
And  seraphs  find  employ 

For  their  sublimest  strains  ; 
Some  new  delight  in  heaven  is  known, 
Loud  sound  the  harps  around  ihe  throne. 


SUPPLEMENT.  207 

2  Hark  !  hark  ! — the  sound  draws  nigh, 

The  joyful  hosts  descend; 
Jesus  forsakes  the  sky, 

To  earth  his  footsteps  bend  ; 
He  comes  to  bless  our  fallen  race; 
He  comes  with  messages  of  grace. 

3  Eear,  bear  the  lidings  round  ; 

Let  every  mortal  know 
What  love  in  God  is  found, 

What  pity  he  can  show  ; 
Ye  winds  that  blow  !  ye  waves  that  roll ! 
Bear  the  glad  news  from  pole  to  pole. 

251.     Song  of  Gratitude  and  Praise.  L.M, 

1  God  sf  my  life  !  through  all  my  days, 
I'll  tune  the  grateful  notes  of  praise  ; 
The  song  shall  wake  with  opening  light, 
And  warble  to  the  silent  night. 

2  When  anxious    cares   would  break    my 

rest, 
And   griefs   would   tear    my    throbbing 

breast, 
The  notes  of  praise,  ascending  high, 
Shall  check  the  murmur  and  the  sigh. 


208  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS. 

3  When  death  o'er  nature  snail  prevail, 
And  all  the  powers  of  language  fail, 
Joy  through  my  swimming-  eyes  shall 

break, 
And  mean  the  thanks  I  cannot  speak. 

4  But  Oh  !  when  that  last  conflict's  o'er, 
And  1  am  chained  to. earth  no  more, — 
Wiih  what  glad  accents  shall  I  rise 
To  join  the  music  of  the  skies. 

5  Then  shall  I  learn  th'  exalted  strains  *x* 
That  echo  through  the  heavenly  plains; 
And  emulate,  with  joy  unknown, 

The  glowing  seraphs    round  the  throne. 


252.  Prayer  for  Revival         8s.  &7s. 

1  ONCE,  0  Lord,  thy  garden  flourished, 

Every  pari  looked  gay  and  green  ; 
Then  thy  Word  cur  spirits  nourished, 

Happy  seasons  we  have  seen  ! 
But  a  drought  has  since  succeeded, 

And  a  sad  decline  we  see; 
Lord,  thy  help  is  greatly  needed, 

Help  can  only  come  from  Thee. 


SUPPLEMENT.  2§8 

-2  Some,  in  whom  we  once  delighted, 

We  shall  meet  no  more  below ; 
Some,  alas  !  we  fear  are  blighted — 

Scarce  a  single  leaf  they  show, 
Dearest  Savior,  hasten  hither, 

Thou  'canst  make  them  bloom  again  ; 
Oh,  permit  them  not  to  wither, 

Let  not  all  our  hopes  be  vain  ! 

'253.         Longing  for  Heaven.         7s.  &  6s, 

1  O  WHEN  shall  1  see  Jesus, 

And  reign  with  Him  above; 
And  from  that  flowing  fountain. 

Drink  everlasting  love  1 
When  shall  I  be  delivered 

From  this  vain  world  of  sin, 
And  with  my  blessed  Jesus, 

Drink  endless  pleasures  in  1 

2  Through  grace,  I  am  determined 

To  conquer,  though  I  die  ; 
And  then  away  to  Jesus, 

On  wings  of  love,  I'll  fly. 
Farewell  to  sin  and  sorrow, 

I  bid  you  all  adieu  ; 
Then  O,  my  friends,  prove  faithful. 

And  on  your  way  pursue. 


210  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS.-- 

'3  Whene'er  you  meet  with  troubles 

And  trials  on  the  way, 
0  cast  your  care  on  Jesus, 

And  don't  forget  to  pray, 
Gird  on  the  heavenly  armor, 

Of  faith,  and  hope,  and  love  ; 
Then,  when  the  combat's  ended, 

He'll  cany  you  above. 

254.  Evening  Invocation.  C  M. 

1  GREAT  God,  to  Thee  my  evening  song 

With  gratitude  I'll  raise  : 
Let  mercy  now  attune  my  tongue, 
And  fill  my  heart  with  praise. 

2  My  days  unclouded  as  they  pass, 

And  every  circling  hour, 
Are  monuments  of  wondrous  grace, 
That  show  thy  love  and  power. 

3  While  Thou  that  love  and  power  afford 

I'm  safe  from  every  harm  ; 
Can  dangers  reach  me  while  the  Lord 
Extends  his  gracious  arm  7 

4.  Let.  this  blesl  hope  my  eyelids  close, 
And  sleep  refresh  my  frame  ; 


SUPPLEMENT.  211 

Safe  in  thy  care  may  I  repose, 
And  wake  lo  praise  thy  name. 

255.     The  sight  of  God  and  Christ.  L.  M. 

1  DESCEND  from  heaven,  immortal  Dove!' 

Stoop  down,  and  take  us  on  thy  wings,, 
And  mount,  and  bear  us  far  above 

The  reach  of  these  inferior  things; — 

2  Beyond — Beyond  this  lower  sky, 

Up  where  eternal  ages  rol], 
Where  soldid  pleasures  never  die, 
And  fruits  immortal  feast  the  soul, 

3  Oh  !  for  a  sight,  a  blissful  sight 

Of  our  Almighty  Father's  throne  ! 
There   sits   the    Savior,     crowned    witb 
light, 
Clothed  in  a  body  like  our  own. 

4  Adoiing saints  around  him  stand, 

And  thrones  and  powers  before  Him 
fall; 
The  God    shines  gracious   through    the 
man, 
And  sheds  sweet  glories  on  them  alL 


"212  SOCIAL  A^D  S.  S.  HYMNS-. 

•5  Oh  !  what  amazing  joys  they  feel, 

While  to  their  golden  harps  they  sing, 
And  sit  on  every  heavenly  hill, 

And  spread  the  triumphs  of  their  King ! 

^256.  Morning  Thanks.  C.  M. 

1  AGAIN,  from  calm  and  sweet  repose, 

I  rise  to  hail  the  dawn; 
Again  the  waking  eyes  unclose, 
To  view  the  smiling  morn, 

2  Great  God  of  love,  thy  praise  I'll   sing; 

For  thou  hast  safely  kept, 
My  soul  beneath  thy  guardian  wing, 
And  watched  me  while  I  slept. 

53  Glory  to  Thee,  eternal.God; 
0  teach  my  heart  to  pray, 
And  thy  blest  Spirit's  help  afford, 
To  guide  me  through  the  day. 

*257.  Sabbath  Evening.  L.  M. 

ll  LORD,  Inw  delightful  'lis  to  see 
A  whole  assembly  worship  Thee! 
At  once  meysing,  at  once  they  pray! 
•  They  htyu  uf  heav'n,  and  learn  the  way. 


SUPPLEMENT.  213 

2  I  have  been  there,  and- si  ill  would  go; 
'Tis  like  a  little  heaven  below  : 
Not  all  my  pleasures  and  my  play 
Shall  tempt  me  to  forget  this  day. 

258.  .  Sabbath  Morning.  CM. 

1  THIS  is  the  day  when  Christ  arose, 

So  early  from  the  dead  ; 
Why  should  I  keep  my  eyelids  closed, 
And  waste  my  hours  in  bed  I 

2  This  is  the  day  when  Jesus  broke 

The  pow'r  of  death  and  hell  ; 
And  shall  f  still  wear  Satan's  yoKe, 
And  love  my  sins  so  well? 

3  I'll  leave  my  sport  to  read  and  pray, 

And  so  prepare  for  heav'n  ; 
0  may  1  love  this  blessed  day, 
The  best  of  all  the  sev'n  ! 

259.  Ruling  the.  Tongue.  C.  M. 

1  OUR  tongues  were  made  to  bless  the  Lord 
And  not  speak  ill  of  men  : 
When  others  give  a  railing  word., 
We  must  not  rail  again. 


214  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  TIYMNS. 

2  Great  God,  how  terrible  art  Thou 
To  sinners  e'er  so  young  ! 
Grant  me  thy  grace,  and  teach  me  how 
To  tame  and  rule  my  tongue. 

260.  Early  Piety.  C.  M. 

1  JESUS,  who  reigns  above  the  sky, 

And  keeps  the  world  in  awe, 
Was  once  a  child  as  young  as  I, 
And  kept  his  Father's  law. 

2  Children  a  sweet  hosanna  sung, 

And  blest  their  Savior's  name  ; 
They  gave  Him  honor  with  their  tongue, 
While  scribes  and  priests  blaspheme. 

3  Then  why  should  I  so  long  delay 

What  others  learnt  so  soon  1 
I  would  not  pass  another  day 
Without  this  work  begun. 

261.  The  Danger  of  Delay.         L.  M. 

1  IF  this  rebellious  heart  of  mine 

Despise  the  gracious  call  of  heaven ; 
I  may  be  hardened  in  my  sin, 
And  never  have  repentance  given. 


SUPPLEMENT.  215 

2  What  if  the  Lord  grow  wroth  and  swear 

While  I  rel'use  to  read  and  pray, 
That  He'll  refuse  to  lend  an  ear 
To  all  my  groans  another  day  ! 

3  What  if  his  dreadful  anger  burn, 

While  I  refuse  his  offered  grace, 
And  all  his  love  to  fury  turn, 

And  strike  me  dead  upon  the  place  ! 

4  'Tis  dangerous  to  provoke  our  God  ! 

His  pow'r  and  vengeance  none  can  telly 
One  stroke  of  his  almighty  rod 

Shall  send  young  sinners  quick  to  helL 


262.     Thoughts  on  God  and  Death.    L.  JVL 

1  THERE  is  a  God  that  reigns  above, 
Lord  of  ihe  heav'ns,  and  earth  and  seas: 
I  fear  his  wrath,  I  ask  his  love, 

And  with  my  lips  I  sing  his  praise. 

2  There  is  an  hour  when  I  must  die, 
Nor  do  I  know  how  soon  'twill  come: 
A  thousand  children,  young  as  I, 

Are  called  by  death  to  hear  their  doom. 


216         >     SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS. 

*3  Let  me  improve  the  hours  I  have, 
Before  the  day  of  grace  is  fled  : 
There's  no  repentance  in  the  grave, 
Nor  pardons  offered  to  the  dead. 

263.  The  All-Seeing  Chad.  S.  M. 

1  LORD,  at  the  foot  ashamed  I  lie  ; 

Upwards  I  dare  not  look  ; 
Pardon  my  sins  before  I  die, 
And  blot  them  from  thy  book. 

2  Remember  nil  the  dying  pains 

That  my  Redeemer  felt, 
And  let  his  blood  wash  out  my  stains, 
And  answer  tor  my  guilt. 

3  0  may  I  now  forever  fear, 

T'  indulge  a  sinful  thought, 
Since  the  great  God  can  see  and  hear, 
And  writes  down  every  fault. 

264.  Dismission.  L.  M. 

1  DISMISS  us  wiih  thy  blessing,  Lord  ! 
Help  us  to  feed  upon  thy  word  ; 
All  that  has  been  amiss,  forgive, 
And  let  thy  truth  within  us  live. 


SUPPLEMENT.  217 

2  Though  we  are  guilty,  Thou  art  good  ; 
Wash  all  our  works  in  Jesus'  blood  ; 
Give  every  burdened  soul  release, 
And  bid  us  all  depart  in  peace. 

265.  Children  of  Heaven.  7s. 

1  WHO  are  they  whose  little  feet, 

Pacing  life's  dark  journey  through, 
Now  have  reached  that  heavenly  seat 
They  have  ever  kept  in  view  ? 

2  "I  from  Greenland's  frozen  land," 

"I  from  India's  sultry  plain," 
11  I  from  Afric's  barren  sand," 
"  I  from  Islands  of  the  main  ;" 

3  M  All  our  earthly  journey  past, 

Every  tear  and  pain  gone  by, 
Here  through  Jesus  met  at  last, 
At  the  portals  of  the  sky." 


4  Each  the  welcome  "Come  "  awaits, 
C  onquerors  over  death  and  sin  ; 
Lift  you i  heads,  ye  golden  gates, 
Let  the  little  travelers  in. 

N 


218  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS. 

266.        The  Sabbath  School     Peculiar, 

1  ON  Sabbath  morning,  0  how  pleasant 

To  come  to  Sabbath  school ! 
When  every  happy  child  is  present, 
And  every  seat  is  full. 

2  But  best  of  all  the  lowly  Savior 

Is  where  his  children  meet, 
And  show,  by  quiet,  meek  behavior, 
They're  sitting  at  his  feet. 

3  How  sweet,  when  all  are  lowly  bending, 

To  ask  his  blessing  there  ; 
Or  when  in  praise  our  voices  blending, 
Thank  Him  who  hears  the  prayer. 

4  Then  let  us  gladly  gather  round  Him, 

And  love  Him  while  we  may, 
For  they  who  seek  have  always  found  Hinc 
E'en  in  their  early  day. 

5  And  when  life's  Sabbaths  all  are  ended, 

We  all  may  meet  above, 
Where  he  for  us  hath  now  ascended, 
Our  Father's  house  of  love. 


SUPPLEMENT.  219 

267.        The  Child's  Desire.        lis  &  8s. 

1  I  THINK,  when  I  read  that  sweet  story 

of  old, 
When  Jesus  was  here  among  men, 
How  He  called  little  children  as  lambs 
to  his  fold, 
I  should  like  to  have  been  with  them 
then. 

2  I  wish  that  his  hands  had  been  placed  on 

my  head,  [me ; 

That  his  arm  had  been  thrown  around 

And  that  I  might  have  seen  his  kind  look 

when  He  snid, 
"  Let  the  little  ones  come  unto  me." 

3  Yet  still  to  his  footstool  in  prayer  I  may  go 

And  ask  for  a  share  in  his  love  ; 
And  If  I  thus  earnestly  seek  Him  below; 
1  shall  see  Him  and  hear  Him  above ; 

4  In  that  beautiful  place  He  has  gone  to 

prepare, 
For  all  who  are  washed  and  forgiven  ; 
And  many  dear  children  are  gathering 

there, 
"For  of  such  is  the  kingdom  of  heaven." 


220  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS. 

263.         The  Precious  Bible.        8s  &  6s. 

1  WHAT  is  it  shows  my  soul  the  way 
To  realms  of  everlasting  day, 

And  tells  the  danger  of  delay? 
It  id  the  precious  Eible. 

2  What  teaches  me  I'm  bound  to  love 
The  glorious  God  who  reigns  above, 
And  that  I  may  his  goodness  prove? 

It  is  the  precious  Bible. 

3  What  is  it  gives  my  spirit  rest, 

When  with  the  cares  of  earth  oppressed, 
And  points  to  regions  of  the  blest? 
It  is  the  precious  Bible. 

4  Oh  may  this  treasure  ever  be 
The  best  of  all  on  earth  to  me, 
And  still  new  beauties  may  I  see 

In  this,  the  precious  Bible. 

269.  Morning  Song.  6s* 

1  DARK  night  away  hath  roll'd, 
Glad  birds  are  soaring  high; 
The  sun  with  rays  of  gold, 
Looks  from  the  dazzling  sky. 


SUPPLEMENT.  221 

2  Teach  me  to  thank  the  Power, 

Whose  hand  sustains  me  so; 
Who  o'er  each  fragrant  (lower 
Bids  dews  of  mercy  flow. 

3  0  raise  my  heart  above, 

Where  angel  hosts  adore  ; 
I'll  praise  thee  for  thy  love, 
And  count  thy  mercies  o'er. 

270.  Encouragement.  C.  M. 

1  0  speed  thee,  Chrislian,  on  thy  way, 

And  to  thy  armor  cling  : 
With  girded  loins  the  call  obey, 
That  grace  and  mercy  bring. 

2  There  is  a  battle  to  be  fought, 

An  upward  race  to  run, 
A  crown  of  glory  to  be  sought, 
A  victory  to  be  won. 

3  The  shield  of  faith  repels  the  dart, 

That  Satan's  hand  may  throw  ; 
Hisar;-(*\v  cannot  reach  the  heart 
If  Christ  control  the  bow. 


222  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS. 

4  The  glowing  lamp  of  prayer  will  light 
Thee  on  thy  anxious  road  ; 
'Twill  keep  the  goal  of  heaven  in  sight, 
And  guide  thee  to  thy  God. 

271.  The  Good  Choice.  CM. 

1  YE  glittering  toys  of  earth  adieu  ; 

A  nobler  choice  be  mine; 
A  heavenly  prize  attracts  my  view, 
A  treasure  all  divine. 

2  Jesus,  to  multitudes  unknown — 
0  name  divinely  sweet ! 

Jesus,  in  thee,  in  thee  alone, 
True  wealth  and  honor  meet. 

3  Should  earth's  vain  treasures  all  depart, 

Of  this  dear  gift  possessed, 
I'd  clasp  it  to  my  joyful  heart, 
And  be  forever  blest. 

272.  Victory  through  Christ.        C.  M. 

1  GIVE  me  the  wings  of  faith  to  rise 
Within  the  vail  and  see 
The  saints  above,  how  great  their  joys, 
How  bright  their  glories  be. 


SUPPLEMENT.  223 

2  Once  they  were  mourning  here  below, 

And  bathed  their  couch  with  tears ; 
They  wrestled  hard,  as  we  do  now, 
With  sins  and  doubts  and  fears. 

3  I  ask  them  whence  their  victory  came ; 

They,  with  united  breath, 
Ascribe  their  conquest  to  the  Lamb, 
Their  triumph  to  his  death. 

273.  God  our  Trust.  Is. 


1  LORD,  my  times  are  in  thy  hand; 
All  my  fondest  hopes  have  planned 
To  thy  wisdom  I  resign, 

And  would  make  thy  purpose  mine. 

2  Thou  my  daily  task  slialt  give  ; 
Day  by  day  to  thee  I  live ; 

So  shall  added  years  fulfil, 
Not  my  own,  my  Father's  will. 

3  Fond  ambition,  whisper  not; 
Happy  is  my  humble  lot  ; 
Anxious,  busy  cares,  away  ; 
I'm  provided  for  to-day. 


224  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS. 

4  0,  to  live  exempt  from  care, 
By  the  energy  oi  prayer, 
Strong  in  faith,  with  mind  subdued, 
Yet  elate  with  gratitude. 

274.  The  Christian  Race.  C.  M. 

1  AWAKE,  my  soul !  stretch  every  nerve 

And  press  with  vigor  on; 
A  heavenly  race  demands  thy  zeal, 
And  an  immortal  crown. 

2  'Tis  God's  all-anirnating  voice, 

That  calls  thee  from  on  high  ; 
'Tis  H>,  whose  hand  presents  the  prize 
To  thine  aspiring  eye. 

3  A  cloud  of  witnesses  around 

Hold  thee  in  full  survey  ; 
Forget  the  steps  already  trod, 
And  onward  urge  thy  way. 

4  Blest  Savior!  introduced  by  thee, 

Our  race  have  we  begun  ; 
And  crowned  with  vict'ry,  at  thy  feet 
We'll  lay  our  trophies  down. 


SUPPLEMENT.  225 

275.  Riches  of  God's  Goodness,    5s  &  7s. 

1  RICH  are  the  treasures, 
Pure  are  the  pleasures, 

God  in  his  mercy  bestows ; 

Those  who  draw  near  Him, 

Love  Him  and  fear  Him — 
Safe  on  his  bosom  repose. 

2  'Mid  self-denials, 
And  fiery  trials, 

Peace  shall  inhabit  the  soul. 

What  should  alarm  us  1 

AVhat  e'er  can  harm  us  ? 
God  has  the  sovereign  control. 

3  Grace  reigns  for  ever — 
Love  faileth  never — 

God  is  our  Father  and  Friend ; 

In  Christ  believing, 

Pardon  receiving, 
Bliss  shall  be  ours  without  end. 

276.  Vital  Union  with  Christ.     S.  M 

1  DEAR  Savior  !  we  are  thine 
By  everlasting  bands  j 
K* 


226  SOCIAL  ANI>  S.  S.  HYMNS. 

Our  names,  our  hearts,  we  would  resign, 
Our  hearts  are  in  thy  hands. 

2  To  thee  we  still  would  cleave, 

With  ever  growing  zeal ; 
If  millions  tempt  us  Christ  to  leave? 
Oh  !  let  them  ne'er  prevail. 

3  Thy  Spirit  shall  unite 

Our  souls  to  thee  our  Head  ; 
Shall  form  us  to  thine  image  bright. 
That  we  thy  paths  may  tread. 

4  Death  may  our  souls  divide 

From  these  abodes  of  clay  ; 
But  love  shall  keep  us  near  thy  side 
Through  all  the  gloomy  way. 

277.  Remember  Me.  C.  M. 

1  IN  mercy  Lord,  remember  me, 

Thro'  all  the  hours  of  night, 

And  grant  to  me  most  graciously 

The  safeguard  of  thy  might. 

2  With  cheerful  heart  I  close  my  eyes 

Since  thou  wilt  not  remove; 


SUPPLEMENT.  227 

Oh  !  in  the  morning  let  me  rise 
Rejoicing  in  thy  love  ! 

3  Or,  if  this  night  should  prove  my  last, 
And  end  my  transient  days  ; 
Oh  !  take  me  to  thy  promised  rest, 
Where  I  may  sing  thy  praise. 

27S.     The  Righteous  and  Wicked.     L.  M. 

1  HAPPY  the  man,  whose  cautious  feet 
Slum  the  broad  way  that  sinners  go; 
Who  hates  the  place  whefe  atheisls  meet, 
And  fears  to  talk  as  scoffers  do. 

5  He  loves  t'  employ  his  morning  light 
Among  the  statutes  of  the  Lord, 
And  spends  the  wakeftil  hours  of  night, 
With  pleasure  pondering  o'er  the  word. 

3  He,  like  a  plant  by  gentle  streams, 

Shall  nourish  in  immortal  green; 
And   Heaven  will  shine   with  kindest 
beams, 
On  every  work  his  hands  begin. 

4  But  sinners  find  their  counsels  crossed  ; 

As  chaff' before  the  tempest  flies, 


228  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS. 

Vo  shall  their  hopes  be  blown  and  lost, 
When  the  last  trumpet  shakes  the  skies.. 

279.  Goodness  of  God.  Gfc  M. 

1  SWEET  is  the  mem'ry  of  thy  grace, 

My  God  !  my  heavenly  King  ! 
Let  age  to  age  thy  righteousness.. 
In  sounds  of  glory  sing. 

2  God  reigns  on  high, — but  ne'er  confines 

His  goodness  tp»the  skies  ; 
Thro'  then  whole  earth  his  bounty  shines,. 
And  every  want  supplies. 

3  With  longing  eyes  thy  creatures  wait 

On  thee  for  daily  food  ; 
Thy  liberal  hand  provides  their  meat, 
And  fills  their  mouth  with  good. 

4  How  kind  are  thy  compassions,  Lord  L 

How  slow  thine  anger  moves  ! 
Bui  soon  He  sends  his  pard'ning  word 
To  cheer  the  souls  He  loves. 

5  Creatures,  wiih  all  their  endless  race, 

Thy  power  and  praise  proclaim;. 
But  saints,  who  taste  thy  richer  grace,- 
Delight  to  bless  thy  name. 


SUPPLEMENT.  229 

2S0.  Distrust  of  Self.  S.  M. 

1  BE W ARK  of  Peter's  word, 

Nor  confidently  say, 
"  I  never  will  deny  ihe  Lord  ;" 
But,  "  grant  I  never  may." 

2  Man's  wisdom  is  to  seek 

His  strength  in  God  alone  ; 
And  e'en  a  angel  would  be  weak, 
Who  trusted  in  his  own. 

3  Retreat  beneath  his  wings, 

And  in  his  grace  confide  ; 
This  more  exalts  the  King  of  kings 
Than  all  your  works  beside. 

4  In  Jesus  is  our  store  ; 

Grace  issues  from  his  throne  ; 
Whoever  says  "I  want  no  more," 
Confesses  he  has  none. 

2ol.         Not  ashamed  of  Jesus.  L.  M» 

1  JESUS  !  and  shall  it  ever  be, 
A  mortal  man  asham'd  of  thee  I 


230  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS. 

Asham'd  of  thee  whom  angels  praise, 
Whose   glories  shine  through    endless 
days. 

H  Asham'd  of  Jesus  ! — that  dear  friend, 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  heav'n  depend! 
No  !  when  I  blush,  be  this  my  shame, 
That  I  no  more  revere  his  name. 

3  Asham'd  of  Jesus! — yes  I  may — 
When  I've  no  guilt  to  wash  away — 
No  tear  to  wipe — no  good  to  crave — 
No  fear  to  quell — no  soul  to  save. 

4  Till  then — nor  is  my  boasting  vain — 
Till  then  I  boast  a  Savior  slain  ! 
And  oh,  may  this  my  glory  be, 
That  Christ  is  not  asham'd  of  me  ! 

2S2.         New  Years'  Hymn.         Peculiar. 

1  COME,  let  us  anew, 
Our  journey  pursue, 
Roll  round  with  the  year, 
And  never  stand  still  till  the  Master  nppear ; 
His  adorable  will 
Let  us  gladly  fulfil, 


SUPPLEMENT.  231 

And  our  talents  improve, 
By  the  patience  of  hope,  and  the  labor    of 
love. 

2  Our  life  is  a  dream  ; 
Our  time,  as  a  stream, 
Glides  swiftly  away ; 

And  the  fugitive    moment  refuses  to  slay. 

The  arrow  is  flown,  , 

The  moment  is  gone, 

The  millenial  year 
Rushes  on  to  our  view,  and  eternity's  near. 

3  Oh,  that  each  in  the  day 
Of  his  coming  may  say, 

"I  have  fought  my  way  through 
I  have  finish'd  the  work  thou  didst  give  me 
to  do !" 
Oh,  that  each  from  his  Lord 
May  receive  the  glad  word, 
44  Well  and  faithfully  done, 
Enter  into  my  joy   and   sit  down  on  my 
throne! 

283.         Not  my  will,  hut  thine.        C.  M. 

1  ONE  prayer  1  have— all  prayers  in  one, 
When  I  am  wholly  thine: 
Thy  will,  my  God  !  thy  will  be  done, 
And  let  that  will  be  mine. 


232  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS. 


Q 


All-wise,  Almighty,  and  All-good  ! 

In  theel  firmly  trust, 
Thy  ways  unknown  or  understood, 

Are  merciful  and  just. 

3  May  I  remember  that  to  thee, 

What  e'er  I  have  I  owe, 
And  back,  in  gratitude  from  me, 
May  all  thy  bounties  flow. 

4  Write  but  my  name  upon  the  roll, 

Of  thy  redeemed  above ; 
Then,  heart  and  mind,  and  strength  and 
soul. 
I'll  love  thee  for  thy  love. 

284.  O  that  I  knew  where  I  might  find  Him. 

1  0  that  I  knew  the  secret  place, 

Where  I  might  find  my  God  ! 
I'd  spread  my  wants  before  his  face, 
And  pour  my  woes  abroad. 

2  I'd  tell  Him  how  my  sins  arise, 

What  sorrows  I  sustain  ;  < 

How  grace  decays  and  comfort  dies, 
And  leaves  my  heart  in  pain. 


SUPPLEMENT.  4&6 

3  He  knows  what  arguments  I'd  take, 

To  wrestle  with  my  God  : 
I'd  plead  for  his  own  mercy's  sake, 
And  for  my  Savior's  blood. 

4  Arise,  my  soul,  from  deep  distress, 

And  banish  every  fear  ; 
He  calls  thee  to  his  throne  of  grace, 
To  spread  thy  sorrows  there. 

285.  No  Continuing  City.  L.  M. 

/ 

1  WE'VE  no  abiding  city  here  ; 

This  may  distress  the  worldly  mind, 
But  should  not  cost  the  saint  a  tear, 
Who  hopes  a  better  rest  to  find. 

2  We've  no  abiding  city  here, 

We  seek  a  city  out  ot  sight ; 
Zion  its  name— the  Lord  is  there  : 
It  shines  with  everlasting  light. 

3  Oh,  sweet  abode  of  peace  and  love, 

Where   pilgrim's  freed  from  toil  are 
blest; 
Had  I  the  pinions  of  a  dove, 
I'd  fly  to  thee  and  be  at  rest. 


284  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS. 

4  But  hush,  my  soul,  nor  dareropine  ; 
The  time  my  God  appoints  is  best. 
While  here,  to  do  his  will  be  mine, 
And  his  to  fix  my  time  of  rest. 

286.         Will  ye  also  go  axe  ay  1         CM. 

1  WHEN  any  turn  from  Zion's  way, 

Alas  !  what  numbers  do  ! 
Methinks  I  hear  my  Savior  say, 
"  Wilt  thou  forsake  me  too  V* 

2  Ah,  Lord,  with  such  a  heart  as  mine, 

Unless  thou  hold  me  fast, 
I  feel  I  must,  [  shall  decline, 
And  prove  like  them  at  last. 

3  Beyond  ;i  doubt,  I  rest  assured, 

Thou  art  the  Christ  of  (rod, 
Who  hast  eternal  life  secured, 
By  promise  and  by  blood. 

4  What  anguish  has  that  question  stirred, 

"If  [  will  also  go?" 
Yet,  Lord,  relying  on  thy  word, 
I  humbly  answer,  No. 


SUPPLEMENT.  235 

287.  God  our  Refuge.  C.  M. 

1  GOD  is  our  refuge,  tried  and  proved, 

Amid  a  stormy  world ; 
We  will  not  fear  though  earth  be  moved, 
And  hills  in  ocean  hurled. 

2  The    waves  may  roar,    the  mountains 

shake : 
Our  comforts  shall  not  cease  : 
The  Lord  will  not  his  saints  forsake  ; 
The  Lord  will  give  us  peace. 

3  A  gentle  stream  of  hope  and  love, 

To  us  shall  ever  flow : 
It  issues  from  his  throne  above; 
It  cheers  his  church  below. 

4  When  earth  and  hell  against  us  come, 

He  spake  and  quelled  their  powers; 
The  Lord  of  hosts  is  still  the  same  ; 
The  God  of  grace  i,g  ours. 

288.  Solitude.  C.  M. 

1  FAR  from  the  world,  0  Lord !  I  llee, 
From  strife  and  tumult  far 
From  scenes  where  Satan  wages  still 
His  most  successful  war. 


236  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS. 

2  The  calm  retreat,  the  quiet  shade, 

With  prayer  and  praise  agree, 
And  seem  by  thy  sweet  bounty  made 
For  those  who  follow  thee. 

3  There,  if  thy  Spirit  touch  the  soul, 

And  grace  her  mean  abode, 
Oh,  with  what  peace,  and  joy,  and  love, 
She  communes  with  her  God  ! 

4  There,  like  the  nightingale  she  pours 

Her  solitary  lays; 
Nor  asks  a  witness  of  her  song, 
Nor  thirsts  tor  human  praise. 

5  Author  and  Guardian  of  my  life, 

Sweet  source  of  light  divine, 
And  (all  harmonious  names  in  one,) 
Blest  Savior  thou  art  mine  ! 

289.  God  a  Sovereign.  CM. 

1  GOD  moves  in  a  mysterious  way, 
His  wonders  to  perform  ; 
He  plants  his  footsteps  in  the  sea, 
And  rides  upon  the  storm. 


SUPPLEMENT.  23T 

2  Deep  in  unfathomable  mines 

Of  never-failing  skill, 
He  treasures  up  his  bright  designs, 
And  works  his  Sovereign  will. 

3  Ye  fearful  saints  fresh  courage  take, 

The  clouds  ye  so  much  dread, 
Are  big  with  mercy,  and  shall  break 
In  blessings  on  your  head. 

4  Judge  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  sense, 

But  trust  Him  for  his  grace. 
Behind  a  frowning  providence 
He  hides  a  smiling  face. 

5  His  purposes  will  ripen  fast, 

Unfolding  every  hour : 
The  bud  may  have  a  bitter  taste, 
But  sweet  will  be  the  flower. 

6  Blind  unbelief  is  sure  to  err, 

And  scan  his  work  in  vain. 
God  is  his  own  interpreter, 
And  He  will  make  it  plain. 


238  SOCIAL  AND  S.  S.  HYMNS. 

290.        Mary  at  the  Tomb.      7s.  Double. 

1  MARY  to  the  Savior's  tomb, 

Hasted  at  the  early  dawn ; 
Spice  she  brought  and  sweet  perfume, 

But  the  Lord  she  loved  had  gone  ; 
For  awhile  she  lingering  stood, 

Filled  with  sorrow  and  surprise ; 
Trembling  while  a  crystal  flood 

Issued  from  her  weeping  eyes. 

2  But  her  sorrows  quickly  fled, 

When  she  heard  his  welcome  Toice  ; 
Christ  had  risen  from  the  dead ; 

Now  He  bids  her  heart  rejoice  ; 
What  a  change  his  word  can  make, 

Turning  darkness  into  day. 
Ye  who  weep  for  Jesus'sake, 

He  will  wipe  your  tears  away. 


INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 


HYMN. 

A  charge  to  keep  I  have,  65 

Acquaint  thyself  quickly,  0  sinner,  13 

Again  from  calm  and  sweet  repose  256 

Again  the  day  returns  of  holy  rest  156 

Ah,  guilty  sinner,  ruined  243 

Ah  !  heard  ye  that  cry,  200 

Alas!  and  did  my  Savior  bleed,  71 

Alas!    what  hourly  dangers  rise,  104 

All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name,  38 

Almighty  God!  in  humble  prayer,  58 

Almighty  Ruler  of  the  skies  226 
Amazing  grace  !  how  sweet  the  sound,        78 

Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross  ?  149 

And  canst  thou  sinner,  slight  15 

Another  six  days'  work  is  done,  115 

Approach,  my  soul ,  the  mercy  seat,  60 

As  every  day  thy  mercy  spares,  170 

Asleep  in  Jesus  !  blessed  sleep  !  143 

As  near  to  Calvary  I  pass,  70 

Awake,  and  sing  the  song  37 


240  INDEX. 

HYMN. 

Awa>D,  my  soul,  and  with  the  sun,  165 

AwaKe,  my  soul !  to  joyful  lays  240 

Awake,  my  soul,  stretch  every  nerve  274 

Bleeding  hearts,  defiled  by  sin,  26 

Behold  the  throne  of  grace,  59 

Behold  where  Cedron's  waters  flow,  108 

Beware  of  Peter's  word,  280 

Blessed  are  the  sons  of  God  !  116 

Blest  are  the  humble  souls  that  see  115 

Blest  be  the  tie  that  binds  94 

Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow  33 

Bread  of  heaven  !  on  thee  I  feed  206 

Break  every  yoke,  the  Gospel  cries  198 

Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  46 

Broad  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death,  9 

Cease,  ye  mourners  !  cease  to  languish  213 

Child  of  sin  and  sorrow,  29 

Children  of  God  I  renounce  your  fears,  150 

Children  of  the  Heavenly  King,  98 

Christian  mother !  when  your  prayer  204 

Christian  !  see  the  orient  morning  188 

Come  back  to  me,  mother,  205 

Come,  gracious  Spirit,  Heavenly  Dove  119 

Come  hither,  all  ye  weary  souls,  24 

Come,  Holy  Spirit !  come,  117 

Come  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs,  34 

Come  let  us  join  our  songs  of  praise  50 


241 


Come,  thou  fount  of  every  blessing,  88 

Come  let  us  anew.  28? 

Come  to  Calv'ry,s  holy  mountain,  2'! 

Come  to  Jesus,  just  now  32 

Come,  trembling  sinner  !  in  whose  breast  21 

Come,  weary  souls  !  with  sin  distressed,  23 

Come,  ye  disconsolate,  where'er  ye  31 

Come,  ye  sinners,  heavy  laden,  228 

Come,  ye  who  love  the  Lord  97 


Dark  night  away  hath  rolled, 
Dear  Savior,  we  are  thine, 
Delay  not,  delay  not,  O  sinner. 
Descend  from  heaven,  Immortal  Dove, 
Dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing,  Lord, 
Did  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep  ? 


Eternity  is  just  at  hand ! 


I  flee, 


Far  from  the  world,  O  Lord, 
Father  of  eternal  grace 
Father  of  mercies  !  in  thy  word 
Father !  what  e'er  of  earthly  bliss   . 
Feebly  the  bondmen  toiled, 
From  every  stormy  wind  that  blows, 
From  Greenland's  icy  mountains, 
From  the  cross  uplifted  high, 


269 
276 

14 
255 
264 

69 

238 

288 

133 

3 

63 
201 

62 
181 

28 


Gentle  Jesus  !  lovely  Lamb, 

N 


132 


242  INDEX. 

HYMN. 

Gently,  my  Savior  !  let  me  down  209 

Give  me  the  wings  of  faith  to  rise,  272 

God  is  our  refuge,  tried  and  proved,  287 

God  movL'sin  a  mysterious  way,  289 

Glory  to  thee,  my  God  !  this  night,  172 

God,  in  the  Gospel  of  his  Son  6 

God  of  my  life,  through  all  my  days,  251 

Go  to  dark  Gethsemane,  107 

Go,  ye  messengers  of  God  !  186 

Grace,  'tis  a  charming  sound  92 

Gracious  Spirit,  Love  Divine  !  118 

Great  God,  to  thee  my  evening  song,  254 

Guide  me,  O,  thou  Great  Jehovah  80 

Hail !  my  ever  blessed  Jesus, 

Hail  !  sacred  truth,  whose  piercing  rays 

Hail !  sweetest,  dearest  tie  that  binds 

Happy  the  man,  whose  cautious  feet. 

Hark  I  a  voice  from  heaven 

Hark  !  I  hear  a  sound  of  anguish, 

Hark,  Hark,  the  notes  of  joy, 

Hark  !  ray  soul !  it  is  the  Lord, 

Hark  !  ten  thousand  harps  and  voices, 

Hark  !  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy 

Hark  !  what  cry  arrests  my  ear 

Hark  !  what  mean  those  lamentations 

Haste,  0  sinner !  to  be  wise, 

Hear,  0  sinner  !  mercy  hails  you 

Hearts  of  stone,  relent,  relent, 

He  dies  !  the  Friend  of  sinners  dies 


INDEX.  243 


HYMN. 

Hero,  o'er  the  earth,  as  a  stranger  112 

Holy  Bib.lt '  book  divine  !  1 

How  calm  and  beautiful  the  morn  153 

How  condescending  and  how' kind,  54 

How  firm  a  •mndation,  ye  saints  76 

How  h  a  p  p  y  a  re  they  90 

How  lost  was  my  condition  83 

How  lovely  and  how  fair,  223 

How  oft,  alas  !  this  wretched  heart  74 

How  precij  is  is  the  book  divine  .2 

How  shall  the  young  secure  their  hearts  7 

How  sweet  and  heavenly  is  the  sight  95 

How  sweet  is  the  Sabbath  to  me  159 

How  sweetly  fit'  red  the  gospel  sound,  48 

How  sweet  the  melting  lay  167 

How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds  44 


I  love  the  volume  of  thy  word  4 

I  love  thy  kingdom,  Lord,  230 

I  love  to  steal  awhile  away  175 

I'm  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord,  77 

In  this  calm,  impressive  hour,  166 

In  mercy,  Lord ,  remember  me,  277 

If  this  rebellious  heart  of  mine,  261 

I  pity  the  slave-mother  202 
I  think  when  I  read  that  sweet  story  of  old,  267 

I  saw  one  hanging  on  a  tree,  68 

I  would  not  live  always  141 


244  INDEX. 


HYMN. 

Jerusalem  my  happy  home  145 

Jesus  hath  died  that  I  might  live,  123 

Jesus  I  love  thy  charming  name  35 

Jesus  I  my  cross  have  taken  126 

Jesus,  Lord  !  we  look  to  thee  121 

Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul  84 

Jesus,  my  all  to  heaven  has  gone  82 

Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun,  221 

Jesus,  we  bow  before  thy  throne  184 

Jesus,  who  knows  full  well  61 

Jesus,  who  reigns  above  the  sky,  260 

Jesus  and  shall  it  ever  be,  281 


Know,  my  soul!  thy  full  salvation  137 


Lamb  of  God  !  whose  bleeding  love  124 

Lo !  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land  8 

Lord,  at  thy  feet  ashamed  I  lie,  263 

Lord  !  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing  219 

Lord,  how  delightful  'tis  to  see,  257 

Lord  !  I  am  thine,  entirely  thine  129 

Lord  !  I  come  to  thee  for  rest  122 

Lord  !  in  the  morning  thou  slialt  hear  163 

Lord  !  send  thy  word  and  let  it  fly  187 

Lord,  Thou  hast  searched  and  seen  me  231 

Lord,  what  a  thoughtless  wretch  was  I,  222 

Lord  my  times  are  in  thy  hand,  273 

Love  divine,  all  love  excelling  136 


INDEX.  245 
HYMN. 

Majestic  sweetness  sits  enthroned  43 

Mary  to  the  Savior's  tomb,  290 

'Mid  scenes  of  confusion  142 

Must  Jesus  bear  the  cross  alone  109 

My  dear  Redeemer,  and  my  Lord  !  120 

My  faith  looks  up  to  thee  125 

My  God,  accept  my  early  vows,  241 

My  God  !  how  endless  is  thy  love  180 

My  God,  permit  my  tongue,  221 

My  gracious  Redeemer  I  love,  89 

My  Savior,  my  almighty  friend  !  42 

My  Shepherd  will  supply  my  need  101 

My  soul  be  on  thy  guard,  103 

No  more,  my  God !  I  boast  no  more  75 

Not  all  the  blood  of  beasts  "t  3 

Now  from  labor  and  from  care  174 

Now  I  resolve  with  all  my  heart  1-  0 

Now  is  the  accepted  time  12 

O  could  I  speak  the  matchless  worth  36 
O  fly,  mourning  s'nner!  saith  Jesus  to  me    20 

O  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God  135 

O  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing,  245 

Oh  !  child  of  grief!  why  weepest  thou  30 

Oh  !  for  a  closer  walk  with  God  113 

Oh  !  what  amazing  words  of  grace  116 

Oh  !  where  shall  rest  be  found  1 38 
O  Lord  I  whose  forming  hand  one  blood     194 


246  INDEX. 


HYMJT. 

O  love  divine,  how  sweet  thou  art  131 

0  my  soul !  what  means  this  sadness  106 

Once  move  my  soul !  the  rising  day  164 

Once,  0  Lord,  thy  garden  flourished  :  252 

Once  on  the  raging  seas  I  rode  39 

One  prayer  I  have — all  prayers  in  one,  283 

On  Sabbath  morning,  oh,  how  pleasant,  266 

On  thee  each  morning,  O  my  God  249 

On  the  mountain  top  appearing  190 

0  pity  the  poor  little  slave  203 

0  sacred  Head  !  once  wounded  207 

0,  speed  thee,  Christian,  on  thy  way,  270 

O  that  I  knew  the  secret  place,  284 

O  that  I  could  forever  dwell,  242 

O  there  will  be  mourning  217 

O  thou  great  God,  whose  piercing  eye  66 

Our  countrymen  .  re  dying  197 
Our  tongues  wero  made  to  bless  the  Lord  259 

O  when  shall  I  see  Jesus,  253 


Peace  troubled  soul !  thou  needs!  not  fear  81 

Praise  God  from  whom  all  blessings  flow  220 

Prayer  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire  57 

Quiet  as  a  peaceful  river,  233 

Return,  O  wanderer!  now  return  25 

Rise,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings  237 


INDEN.  247 


HYMN. 

Rock  of  ages,  cleft  for  me  85 

Rich  are  the  treasures,  275 


Safely  through  another  week  154 

Salvation  !  let  the  tidings  roll  185 

Salvation!  oh  the  joyful  sound  45 

Savior  breathe  an  evening  blessing  178 

Serene,  I  laid  me  down  169 

Shall  we  go  on  to  sin  114 

Show  pity,  Lord,  oh  Lord,  forgive  72 

Sinner,  art  thou  still  secure  10 

Softly  now  the  light  of  day  173 

Soft  be  the  gentle  breathing  notes,  234 

Soon  as  the  morning  rays  appear  235 

Sons  of.  the  noble  sires  199 

S.andup  my  soul,  shake  off  thy  fears  110 

Star  of  Peace,  to  wanderers  weary  191 

Stop,  poor  sinner,  stop  and  think  236 

Stretched  on  the  cross,  the  Savior  dies  52 

Sweet  is  the  mem'ry  of  the  grace,  279 

Sweet  is  the  scene,  where  Christians  die  211 

Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King  161 

Sweet  is  the  work,  0  Lord  162 

Sweet  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing  87 

Tell  me  no  more  of  earthly  toys  111 

That  awful  day  will  surely  come  216 

The  day  is  past  and  gone  179 

The  Lord  is  my  Shepherd,  He  makes  99 


248  INDEX. 


HYMN. 

The  Lord  my  pasture  will  prepare  100 

The  Lord  my  Shepherd  is  1 02 

The  Lord,  Our  God  is  full  of  might  248 

The  Lord  shall  come,  the  earth  shall  232 

The  morning  light  is  breaking  189 

There  is  a  fountain,  filled  with  blood  49 

There  i*  a  happy  land  218 

There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight  140 

There  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest  139 

There  is  no  room  for  trifling  here  64 

The  Savior  calls — let  every  ear  17 

The  Savior  !  O  what  endless  41 

There  is  a  God  who  reigns  above  262 

Thine  earthly  Sabbaths,  Lord,  we  love  160 

This  is  the  day. when  Christ  arose  258 

Thou  art,  gone  to  the  grave  215 

Thou  didst  hear  my  evening  cry  168 

Thou  Lamb  of  God,  thou  Prince  134 

Thou  sweet  gliding  Kedron  47 
Through  the  day  thy  love  has  spared  us    176 

Through  thy  protecting  care  171 

Thus  far  the  Lord  has  led  me  on  1 77 

Thy  mercy,  my  God,  is  the  theme  of  247 

'Tis  a  point  I  long  to  know  246 

To-day  the  Savior  calls  18 

Together  let  us  sweetlv  live  151 

To  God,  the  Father— G  od  the  Son  221 

Tossed  upon  life's  raging  billow  192 

To  whom,  my  Savior!  shall  I  go  86 


INDEX.  249 
HYMN. 

Unveil  thy  bosom,  faithful  tomb  214 

Welcome,  0  Savior !  to  my  heart  127 

Welcome,  sacred  day  of  rest,  157 

Welcome,  welcome,  dear  Redeemer  128 

Welcome,  sweet  day  of  rest  158 

We'er  travelling  home  to  heaven  above  148 

We've  no  abiding  city  here,  285 

We  shall  gain  the  heavenly  world  152 

What  sinners  value  I  resign  229 

What  sound  is  this  ?  a  song  93 

What's  this  that  steals  upon  my  frame  210 

When  all  thy  mercies,  0  my  God  56 

When  any  turn  from  Z ion's  way  286 

When  I  can  read  my  title  clear  144 

When  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross  53 

When  languor  and  disease  invade  208 

When  rocks  and  when  shallows  beset  193 

When  shall  the  voice  of  singing  244 

When  thou  my  righteous  Judge  shall,  239 

While  life  prolongs  its  precious  light  224 

While  thee  I  seek,  protecting  power  79 

Whither  goest  thou,  pilgrim  si  ranger  147 

Why  do  we  mourn  departing  friends  212 

Why  that  look  of  sadness  105 

Who  are  they  whose  little  feet,  265 

What  is  it  shows  my  soul  the  way,  268 

Ye  angels  !  who  stand  around  the  throne  146 

Ye  servants  of  God,  225 

Ye  glittering  toys  of  earth,  adieu,  27  i 


IKDEX   OF    SUBiECTSo 


SCRIPTURES,  1      t° 
ExHORTATORY— " 

Alarming,  ° 

Inviting^  12 

Encouraging,  ** 
Devotional  and  Experimental— 
Adoration,         ) 

Thanksgiving,!  33 
Praise,               ) 

Petition,  57 

Self-Examination,  64 

I     Repentance,  68 

Confession,  "73 

Trust,  76 

Love,  88 

Jo>--  22 

Peace,  Jy 
Temptation  and  Victory,  103 

Longing  for  holiness,  113 

Consecration,  126 

Sanctification,  131 

Heaven  anticipated,  138 

Sabbath,  153 


INDEX    OF    SUBJECTS.  251 


Family  Worship — 

Morning, 

Evening, 
Missionary — 

The  Heathen, 

Mariners, 

Bondmen, 
Special   Occasions — 

Communion  Day, 

Sickness, 

Death, 

Funeral, 

Judgment,  ' 

Heaven, 
Doxologies. 


163 

171 

172 

180 

181 

190 

191 

193 

194 

205 

206 

207 

208 

209 

210 

212 

215 

216 

217 

218 

219 

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